“Sure you do, Tom. I’m talking about a piece of paper and a g*n, that’s all. You got them in that little dinky safe there?”
Rako was silent for a minute, then his lips moved stiffly. “The paper is here, but the g*n is in a safe-deposit box in a bank and you can’t get that. My lawyer has my will, which says that the box is to be turned over to the cops if anything happens to me.”
“Now, that was pretty smart,” Nick said. “I didn’t think you had it in you, Tom boy. But I think we can maybe solve that problem, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I think it can be worked out,” Nick said. “Everything can be. It’s no secret that March has been looking for you. So he found you and you decided to shoot it out. This time both of you lost. You get killed by March’s g*n and he gets killed by yours. I
