I got in the hack and moved up to the barrier. It started up, trundled aside. Naples was bending over the man I had downed. He took the pistol from the pocket of the overcoat, jacked the action and aimed. There was a sharp crack. The overcoat flopped once. Naples smiled over at me.
"He ain't worthy a place in the Naples organization," he said.
I waved a hand vaguely and gunned off down the road.
II
The speaker in my ear hummed.
I grunted an acknowledgement and a blurred voice said, "Smith, listen. When you cross the South Radial, pick up the Midwest Feed-off. Take it easy and watch for Number Nine Station. Pull off there. Got it?"
I recognized the voice. It was Lefty, Haug's Number One boy. I didn't answer.
"What was the call?" Stenn asked.
"I don't know," I said. "Nothing."