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The two men Cicero Smith had ordered from Fane showed up at dusk. They carried with them the news of the bombing. Smith was silent for a moment and then spoke. “Then that makes what we’re going to do tonight that much more important. The boss is going to want results. If we don’t get them we better be packing for a horizontal vacation six-feet under. He won’t take it well.”
The newcomers nodded, understanding full well the import of failure. From here on out lives were on the line, theirs. They went inside the building where the New York Message Service was located. A short elevator ride later and they were outside the door. The after business hours hall was empty and quiet.
All three men pulled out linen gloves. Cicero picked the lock with the ease of a professional. In seconds t
