CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
A quick phone call told us Henry Tully was still at the hospital. Two uniformed officers were up on the ward and watching everyone entering and exiting the ICU closely. Frank seemed to relax a bit with that piece of news as we drove over to Henry Tully’s sprawling house. We wanted to check the place out. Frank had a feeling that was where Woody would strike – if, that is, Woody was working for someone else. But he if showed up and the two sat down for a cold beer and some pizza and talked about old times then we had both the trigger man and the man paying the trigger man in one neat bag.
I was going for the neat bag trick. Frank, on the other hand, gave every indication old man Tully was in serious trouble. Since I’ve known Frank for a long, long time – and never have
