CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The startling news of Ron Jessup's death did not dampen Mike's holiday spirit. In fact, he had to withdraw from the crush of the Pros' fans following the game in order to hide his glee. Ron's death was just what the syndicate might have ordered. With the veteran player gone, there remained not one scrap of human evidence of a fix. It couldn't have been a cleaner deal!
Mike hummed to himself as he tooled along in his Mercedes to the Sunset Strip and the La Frenzia. He was on top of the world. The fix of the points meant two hundred thousand dollars in his pocket, and a new high ranking position with the syndicate!
They could afford his payoff. After all, they probably cleaned up at least two million on the deal!
Jessup was dead, but Mike had never felt so much aliv
