Chapter Thirteen
The TrainerGranville, New York
June 4, 1926
Mary Kelly awoke to pounding on their bedroom door.
“Who is that? Is it the police?” Mary whispered.
“The cops would knock on our front door, not bang on our bedroom door,” Kelly groggily answered as he pulled his Colt .45 pistol out of the bedside table.
Kelly had an emotional attachment to the weapon. The revolver had been issued to him prior to his deployment to France and had been his sidearm until Germany’s surrender. It had never failed him. Kelly crept slowly toward the door, swung it partially open, and aimed the pistol through the crack.
“Don’t shoot! It’s Costello. I told you last night I’d be by in the morning to begin your training,” Costello said quickly.
“It’s the middle of the goddamned night! What time is
