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Johnny stepped up to him.
    "Want to earn twenty bucks?" Johnny asked quietly.
    The young man stared at him.
    "Doing what?"
    'Drive me to Reddy's cafe."
    "Hey, man! That's twenty miles out of town!"
    "At a dollar a mile, is that so rough?"
    The young man grinned.
    "You've got yourself a deal. Let's have the bread and we're on our way."
    Johnny gave him a ten dollar bill.
    "You get the rest when we get there."
    "Fine . . . I'm Joey. Who are you, buster?"
    "Charlie," Johnny said. "Let's go." He waited until Joey had unlocked the car door, then got into the passenger's seat. Joey slid under the driving wheel.
    "Listen, Joey, keep to the back streets. Drive fast, but not too fast . . . get it?"
    Joey laughed.
    "Like that, huh? The fuzz bothering you?"
    "You don't earn twenty bucks flapping with your mouth," Johnny said quietly. The cold menace in his voice made Joey stiffen. "Just drive."
    At least, Johnny thought, this punk knows the City. Although it took longer, Joey kept to the back streets and in ten minutes or so they approached the freeway out of the City.
    This was where trouble could be waiting, Johnny thought and he eased his gun in its holster for a quick draw. But there was no trouble. Johnny wasn't to know that road blocks were set up thirty minutes after he had left the City.
    The Police Commissioner had been out of town and the Assistant Police Commissioner had no time for Massino. He was deliberately uncooperative, delaying the road blocks, throwing his rank at Massino, pointing out that the Numbers gamble was illegal anyway.
    Massino, raging, now regretted he hadn't taken care of the Assistant Police Commissioner as he had taken care of his boss with a new car every year, money to take care of his goddamn kids' education and a big insurance policy to take care of his goddamn wife.
    Johnny paid Joey off, watched him drive away, then walked into Reddy's cafe to find a trucker who would drive him south.
    His panic was slowly subsiding. So far . . . so good. Now for Jackson and a safe hide-away.

FOUR

    The shrilling of the telephone bell brought Joe Massino instantly awake. He snapped on the bedside lamp, looked at the clock that told him it was 03.15 and knew immediately that something had happened. No one would dare disturb his sleep unless there was an emergency.
    He snatched up the receiver and swung his feet to the floor, stripping the blanket and sheet off his wife, Dina, who was coming awake with a low, moaning sound.
    "Yeah?"
    Massino's voice boomed over the line.
    "Boss . . . this is Benno. The dough's gone. I've got a cracked nut. What do I do, boss?"
    Massino knew Benno's limitations: he was punch drunk, a goodamn moron, but at least he had got the message across. Massino felt a hot wave of murderous rage sweep through him, but he controlled it.
    "Call the cop house, Benno," he said. "Get them with you. I'm on my way." He slammed down the receiver and began to strip off his pyjamas.
    Dina, a blonde, heavily built woman, some fifteen years younger than her husband was now awake.
    "What is it, for God's sake? What are you doing?"
    "Shut up!" Massino snarled. He shoved his legs into his trousers and not bothering for a tie, he struggled into his jacket.
    "That's a nice way to talk." She hauled up the blanket and sheet and covered herself. "Can't you act like a human?"
    Massino left the bedroom, slamming the door after him. He hesitated for a moment, then going into his study he called Andy Lucas. He waited a long minute before Andy's voice came on the line.
    "The money's been snatched." Massino told him. "Get over there . . . get the boys," and he hung up.
    Going down to the garage, he got into the Rolls and began the three mile haul across the City to his down town office.
    As he pulled up outside the office block, he saw a prowl car and Toni's Lincoln parked by the kerb. Well, at least he was getting some action, he thought as he rode up to the sixth floor in the elevator. There were two cops standing around