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Chapter XIV



“And there you are, Mister Bayer, sixteen hundred dollars in the clear.” Frankie Yale laid the last bill in his supplier’s outstretched palm, and Wally stuffed the money in his shirt pocket as Yale refolded his fat wad and slipped it inside his trousers. “Thank you for your business, as always,” the buyer concluded with a wave of his arm in the direction of the milktruck that had been emptied of its contents in a Brooklyn warehouse.

Yale and his accompanying henchman began to walk away when Wally finally spoke again. “Mister Yale.”

Yale looked back at a Wally standing nervously beside his truck on the cement floor of the liquor warehouse, his hands shoved inside his own trousers and his heels rocking back and forth in the gloom. “Yes, Mister Bayer? Is there something else you would like to discuss?”

“Yes, there is.” Wally stopped his rocking and pulled his hands out of his pockets. “In private, if you don’t mind.”

Yale smiled at his subordinate, who, now that the pair of workers who had transferred Wally’s gin from the truck to a warehouse tank had left for the night, was the only other man left in the building. “Giovanni, could you wait outside for a minute? I imagine Mister Bayer has something very important to say to me.”

Giovanni gave a silent nod and stepped away to the door that opened onto the warehouse parking lot. There was a brief flash of light coming from the lot lamp, then Wally and Yale were illuminated only by a single overhead lamp carving a sphere of light out of the darkness on the cement floor of the liquor storage site. “What is it that I can do for you, Mister Bayer?”

Wally, his hands back in his pockets, pulled closer to his interrogator, to a point where his legs and torso were illuminated by the lamp. “I need you to kill someone for me.”

Yale, his face shrouded in the darkness that contrasted sharply with the cone of light, said not a word for a long moment. When they did come, his words were slow and deliberate. “What makes you think I can help you with something like that, Mister Bayer?”





































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