Chapter Twenty-FourAs Paul and Rico raced toward Paul's condo, Paul reached for his cell phone. “I'm calling the police.”
“What are you gonna tell them?” Rico asked. “You have a hunch somebody may get killed? Good luck.”
Paul put his cell away.
Several blocks away, the taxi carrying Evelyn and Jean pulled up outside Paul and Evelyn's condo. In a solitary parked car across the street, Larry, behind the wheel, and three other men, faces in the shadows, sat silently waiting.
The two women got out and the taxi drove away. At that point, the man in the front passenger seat of the car across the street said tersely, “Get 'em.”
The two men in the back seat got out and started crossing the street in the direction of the condo as Evelyn and Jean neared the entrance to the building. Save for an
