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."I'm sorry, Mr.Vecci, my tongue tripped.I was just trying to be—""I know, helpful.Okay, Charlie, here's how you can be helpful.You watch that door like a hawk.The minute he comes in, you tell 'im to call me at Manny's.""Yes sir, at Manny's.""Right, and don't tell nobody else.And tell him it is urgent," Vecci added, spacing the words for emphasis."He'll get the message, Mr.Vecci.And nobody else.""Okay thanks."This time it was Joliet Jake who broke the connection.Bolan moved his patch to the trunk line and scanned the Stein Intelligence with a pencil flash.On the fourth page he located the telephone number which corresponded to the coded beeps of Vecci's first call, and his lips pursed thoughtfully as he noted the name opposite that number.Bolan pondered for a moment, then placed his second call of the mission.The same voice that had answered Vecci's earlier ring said, "Yeah."Bolan asked, "Is he there?""No he's not here.""I know damn well he is.Put him on.""He—uh… who's calling?""Never mind who's calling.Put him on, and damn quick.""He—uh—isn't taking no more calls tonight.""He damn well better take this one," Bolan growled."Well… just a minute."Presently the other voice came on the line, cautious, reserved."Okay, what's all the fuss?""Listen, they want you to get it out to Giovanni's, and right away.""They who? I'm afraid you have the wrong number.""Have it your own way," Bolan replied coldly."You got the message, that's all I got to tell them.""Wait a minute.I don't recognize your voice.""Maybe you're not supposed to.And maybe you better get it out to the suburbs, and quick.""In this storm? They know I don't go—""You better go for this one.The cards are being cut, and you better be ready to pick a side."The guy was getting flustered.Obviously he was not accustomed to being talked to in this manner.He wheezed, "I don't—well now wait a minute.You'd better tell me what's up.I'm not going anywhere unless I—Bolan clipped off the protest with, "Just a minute." He held a hand over the transmitter, counted to ten, then came back in a warmer tone of voice."They said tell you it's for your own good, and thinking of the future.A vote is going to be taken, maybe for a contract or something, and they suggest that you keep that quiet.""Does this have to do with that carpet for Pete the—?""No, they wouldn't ask you out there just for that.I told you it's a new deal.A certain old man seems to be going off his rocker, and they're taking a vote for his retirement.Now I already told you too damn much.You keep this quiet.""Oh sure, I understand.Well what—I mean, I don't have any vote.""They say you got an interest, you should at least want to be here when it's all decided.If only to show where you stand.Uh, like I said.There's liable to be a contract or two made out.""Well… okay, thanks.Tell them I'll try to make it.If I can get through this weather.Uh, about how much time do I have?""Not much.Most everybody's already there.""Okay, thanks again.Tell them I appreciate it."The line clicked and the dial tone hummed in Bolan's ear.He smiled wryly, shifted his position to unkink his muscles, and promptly patched back into Manny Roberts' private line.He got there as the phone was ringing and waited patiently for the conversation he expected to take place.It did."Yeah, hi.""Hi Jake.Listen, I just heard something terrible.This is for old time's sake.Something's going on up at Giovanni's.""Yeah I know, they got a thing going there.On Bolan I guess.What d'ya mean, old times sake?""I mean I can't even be seen looking out a window at you.You get what I mean.Stay away from that thing at Giovanni's.It's not what you think.Forget about Turk, don't let them even know where you are.Lay low.""What the hell are you… ?""That's all I can say, Jake.I'm sorry, really sorry as hell."Again, "City Jim" hung up on the underboss, and again Bolan heard the post-connection muttering of the bedeviled old man below: "What th' hell is goin' on around here?"Bolan severed his patches, gathered his gear, and muttered into the teeth of the storm, "It's the name of the game, Jake.Odd man out.And you're all the oddest bunch I ever saw."10: A CALL TO BATTLEBolan made the final telephone probe of the series from a public booth on the near North Side.A smooth voice answered with the standard announcement: "Giovanni's."Bolan put his voice in the streets and asked, "Listen, is this Charlie Drago?""Sure is, who's this?""This is—uh just call me Phil from Jersey.Listen, Mr.Drago, I was referred to you.I got something I don't know what the hell to do with.I was told maybe you're the right man to put it on.""Who'd you say this is?""Just say it's Phil from Jersey.I'm just passing through, I don't live around here.But listen, I'm down in this bar, this joint on South State, and I hear this strange conversation in this next booth to me, see.And I—""Well now wait a minute.I got no time to be—""You better take time, Mr.Drago, if you'll pardon me.This is red hot stuff and I ain't asking for nothing in return."Grudgingly, but with apparently growing interest, Drago replied, "Okay, what's this red hot stuff? Make it quick, eh?""These guys are talking about Bolan, this Mack Bolan creep.Listen, I know all about that creep.And one of them is saying it's sure funny how things're working out, with this Bolan turning out to be their best buddy.Naturally I keep on listening."Drago interrupted the recital with a hurried, "Just a minute, Phil [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]