Johnny Liddell personally delivered Muggsy Kiely to the front door of the Advance office. Then, passing up the string of taxis out front, he headed back across town on foot. He was so lost in speculation that he failed to notice the big black sedan that swung in to the curb at his side until a harsh voice behind him said, “There’s somebody wants to have a talk with you, Liddell.”
AdvanceThe man was big-framed, hard-eyed. He kept his hand sunk deep into his jacket pocket as he talked. Behind him stood a second man, a third sat at the wheel of the big car.
“Is it formal or should I come as I am?” Liddell grunted.
The hard-eyed man motioned toward the open door of the car, stepped aside to let Liddell pass him. Liddell shrugged, walked over to the car. The second man took his position on L
