“Come off it, Hagee. You know why I’m here. You want me to pay you off to keep your two cents to yourself. I have a better idea. Why don’t I load you down with money, and you finish the job you f****d up?” I look at him in disbelief, smiling. Fighting back a laugh, I asked:
“You want me to kill your candidate for you?”
“Why not? No one would suspect you. No one! You’re the man who damn near died saving his f*****g life. Why would you turn around and kill him? How could anyone ever begin to think you had something to do with it?”
“B-Because,” came Hubert’s voice from the doorway, “the w-walls have ears, Morrie.”
Hubert came into my inner office, followed by several detectives and a Captain Trenkel, head of the local precinct. It took some words and some doing to get Wortzman out of the
