Johnny Liddell walked into the restaurant, looked around. Muggsy Kiely waved from a back booth. He walked through the closely packed tables, slid in beside her.
“What’s happened, Johnny?” she demanded breathlessly. “I got your message to meet here. I’ve been on pins and needles ever since.”
“I want you to do something for me, Muggs,” Liddell told her. “Something I can’t do myself.”
“What is it?”
“I want you to deliver a package to Inspector Herlehy for me.”
Muggsy’s face dropped. “That’s what the hurry-up call was all about?”
“That’s all for now, but things are really beginning to break wide open,” Liddell assured her. He waited until the waitress had accepted his order for a cup of coffee and had gone. “Wide open.”
“Did you see Brin?” Muggsy asked.
“I saw him, and I gave him plent
