“Motive?” Timuroff asked sharply.
“Because he ratted out on them, they said. I never did find out exactly how, but it was all tied in with Caldwell, Jolly and that Master Plan. Also, it sounded like he told them he was going to clamp down on their personal rackets. Both she and Hemmet are knee-deep in narcotics. Not directly—that can’t be pinned on them. But she owns people—people who manufacture them, importers, wholesale pushers—or she owns the companies that own the buildings where they operate. And Hemmet represents all of them. She owns that police lieutenant, Kielty, and she’s got mortgages on several other cops, the chief included. Most of it’s through her loan sharks or her own contacts in the underworld.”
“How much of all this did Munrooney know?”
“Most of it, but he pretended
