“And I think we may be able to get the Big Cheese,” Boyd went on.
“Manelli?” Malone said.
“None other than the famous Cesare Antonio,” Boyd said. “It seems two of his most valued lieutenants were found in a garage in Queens, practically weighted down with machine-gun bullets.”
Malone thought of Manelli, complaining sadly about the high overhead of murder. “And where does that get us?” he said.
“Well,” Boyd said, “whoever did the job forgot to search the bodies.”
“Oh-oh,” Malone said.
“Very much oh-oh,” Boyd said. “They’re loaded down, not only with lead, but with paper. There are documents linking Manelli right up to the International Truckers’ Union—a direct tie-in with Mike Sand. And Sand now says he’s tied in with the Great Lakes Transport Union in Chicago.”
“This sounds like a big one,” Malone said.
“You have no idea,” Boyd said. “And in the middle of all this, Burris called.”
“Burris?” Malone said.