CHAPTER EIGHT
"Jeff Lee, please," Sammy Wynn said hurriedly into the telephone.
He listened as Jeff's secretary told him that her boss wasn't in the office at the moment. Goddamn, Sammy thought, he can't be out. If he wants the story he's got to see me. Sammy knew that he couldn't wait long because the mob would be after him. The two hoods at Paula's would know that he had left a warning for her when she didn't show up. He knew she was safe, but they would be hunting for them both.
"Look," he said to the secretary. "Tell, him I've got the information he needs on Wade Jackson, but he's got to hurry. I'll be waiting at the bar in the Hilton Hotel. Tell him to hurry, because he might be in trouble."
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Sammy looked up from his drink at the grey-haired man who stood framed in the d
