Chicago Wipe-Out

plan.

He had instantly recognized Joliet Jake and guessed the identities of Meninghetti and Spanno. The man in the gray suit posed the only mystery, but he had obviously been subservient to Vecci and therefore occupied little of Bolan's mind. The important thing was that he had located the weak spot he'd sought, and it was time to strike.

Bolan left the war-wagon on a side street just around the corner and returned to the alleyway on foot. He ascended a telephone pole behind the building housing Manny's Poshand swung onto the roof. On a previous visit he had run two splices from that pole — one giving him direct access into the main trunk line serving the neighborhood, the other into the private Line to Manny's office. Now, he clamped into the main trunk and used his lineman's phone to call the number in that office just below.

The voice of Manny Roberts responded to the first ring with, 'Yeah.'

In his best Executioner tones, Bolan said, 'Let me speak to Jake.'

'Who's this?'

'Never mind who. Just put Jake on.'

The muffled, off-angle voice announced, 'Some guy, won't say who, wants to talk to you.'

Bolan heard a peevish 'Awright' in the background. He settled himself against the sheltering lee of the parapet and waited, visualizing Manny Roberts hurrying the telephone over to the old man. Then the rasping voice was strong in the receiver. 'Yeah, who's there?'

Bolan said coldly, 'I wanted to make sure you were out of the way.'

'What's that? Who the hell is this?'

'Shut up and listen, and get it straight the first time through because I'm not repeating it. I'm taking this town out clean, Jake, and I want you clear. You stay where you're at.'

'I don't... who the hell is this?'

'Do I have to spell my name in black, dammit?'

Bolan heard heavy breathing and nothing else for a moment, then: 'This's no time for games. If you're who I think you are, why're you calling me?Why the friendly warning?'

'I didn't say it was friendly,' Bolan replied. 'It's just that you won the odd-man-out toss. I'm letting you survive, Jake, only because I'll know who to keep an eye on in the future. I know there'll be plenty of scum left behind when I blow this heap. And I've elected you king of the leftover scum.'

The underboss was moving quickly toward apoplexy. He cried, 'Hey who is this? Is this... hey it's no time for practical jokes!'

'It's no joke. Count your blessings and light a case of candles when you go to bed tonight, 'cause you'll be the only boss left. But you stay put right there. I'm hitting, and soon, so you stay clear.'

Bolan broke the connection and immediately moved his patch to the office line. He expected that Joliet Jake would be making a call of his own, and soon. Bolan wanted to be in on it.

He waited in the stiff cold for two minutes... three... four — then the receiver down below was lifted. Bolan heard harsh breathing and the coded beeps of the touch-tone dial system. He recorded the combination while the connection was being made, then he listened quietly to the hushed conversation.

'This is Jake. Is he there?'

'Uh... just a minute.'

'Yeah, hello.'

'Hi, how's it going?'

'So far so good. How with you?'

'Not so good. I think the bastard just called me.'

'He calledyou? He called you there? At...'

'Yeah, where I told you I'd be. Who else did you tell I'd be here?'

'Why would I tell anybody? I didn't tell anybody.'

'Well... I guess I got to believe it was him. Or else someone's getting awful damn cute with the old man.'

'Maybe he's been watching you. He could've followed you there.'

'Or else we got a loud canary somewheres close by.'

'That guy is — well what'd he want? What'd he call you for?'

'He says he's getting ready to wipe everybody out. Everybody but me.'

A nervous chuckle greeted this disclosure. 'Damn big of him, isn't it. What's this love affair with you?'

'Ahhh, some screwy... I'll tell you all about it later. The thing is, I thought I better pass the word around. I mean in case this guy has some kind of inside line. It makes me nervous as hell, him glomming right onto me like that. I almost have to believe there's a canary somewheres. Ifthat was really him. And if it wasn'thim, then maybe I'm even nervouser. You know what I mean.'

'Yeah.' This other voice was taking on a decidedly different quality. 'I know what you mean. You could be right about that canary, too. In that case, it's probably someone right there in your own outfit.'

'I know, that's what worries me too. Listen, what do you think? Should I call the others?'

A pause, then: 'Hell, I can't advise you on anything like this. It's your outfit, not mine.'

'Sure but you know how I always valued your advice.'

'Well... I don't know. If it was me, I guess I wouldn't tell anybody. It might be misunderstood. Besides, this boy is plenty tricky. He could be just setting you up.'

'You think so?'

'Sure, it could be. Listen, here's what I'd do. Get ahold of Larry Turk. Put him on it. That way it's out of your hands. Then just sit tight.'

'Yeah I guess — hell, I can't get ahold of Turk. He's taking the Hauler to a carpet.'

'Already?'

'Hell yes. He says it has to be settled right now tonight. Says he either has the authority or he doesn't. And he's not taking any responsibility for another Acres until he knows exactly where he stands.'

'You know what that means for Pete, then.'

'Yeah. Well, I guess he deserves it, eh? Listen, I can't just sit here. That bastard might bomb the place or set it on fire or something. You know how he is.'

'Yeah I — hey! Did you search that place for bugs?'

'Hell yes we tore the joint apart. I got suspicious for a minute — a guy came in awhile ago to fix the phones. Storm knocked the lines down or something. But he didn't plant nothing, I'm sure of that now.'

'Well... okay. Listen, where are they holding that carpet on Pete?'

'Out at — you know.'

'Okay, here's what I'd do. I'd give a call out there and try to catch Turk. Just tell 'im you're checking in about this latest thing. Tell him all about it. It's his job to think of something, isn't it? Let himdecide what todo, and it'll also prove that you're on the right side.'

'Whattaya mean, prove I'm on the?..'

'Now hold your horses. Hell I didn't say Ithought anything like that.'

'Anything like what, for Christ's sake!'

'You know what I mean, this boy calling you direct and all that. With this old trouble, somebody might get the wrong idea.'

'Well somebody just better not!'

'They just might, anyway. Call Turk, Jake. Put it on him.'

A brief silence, then: 'I guess you're right. Okay, thanks. Are you staying right there?'

'Well, uh, yeah I might.'

'Whattaya mean, yeah uh you might! What kind of answer is that? Are you afraid to tell me where you're gonna be?'

'Hell, you know better.'

'Awright, then, just what are you telling me?'

A pause, then: 'I'm not telling you a damn thing, Jake.'

A click signaled the end of the connection. Bolan grinned, listening to Joliet Jake's dazed, 'Well can you