CHAPTER 15Yamamura and Guido had come out first. Guido’s legs seemed to go fluid; only the arm around his waist held him up.
“Jimmy,” he bleated.
Kintyre’s hand swung backward in an arc, shoving Corinna behind him. He said aloud—very loudly, “What the devil do you want?”
“Quiet, there,” said the man called Jimmy. “This thing has a silencer on it.” He waved the gun. “I want to see Lombardi.”
“It isn’t nothing, Jimmy,” chattered Guido. “Before God, Jimmy, they’re just friends of mine!”
“Yeh. You can tell us all about it. The rest of you stand back against the door. Come on, Guido. I got a car waiting.”
Yamamura eased his burden to the ground. Guido huddled on hands and knees, retching. “He’ll never make it,” said the detective. “He’s scared spitless.”
“I just want to talk with him,” s
