Miami Mayhem by Marvin H. Albert & Anthony Rome

Author:Marvin H. Albert & Anthony Rome [Albert, Marvin H. & Rome, Anthony]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: crime, media tie-in, mystery, pulp
Amazon: B000DEMUS8
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 1960-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

12

I TURNED AWAY from the bathroom. My stomach was churning slowly.

“Cute,” I mumbled thickly. “Very cute.”

“There ain’t a mark on him,” Langley said. “They’ll find him in the canal. Jumped in and drowned himself.”

“I won’t be that easy,” I told him. “You’ll have to put a bullet in me first. Maybe more than one. You’ll have problems trying to make me look like a suicide.”

“There’s a stone-crushing plant a couple miles further up the road. We stick you under a pile of stones that’s ready for the crusher in the morning. When that crusher gets through with you and that pile of stones, nobody’ll ever be able to tell you ate lead first. They won’t even be able to be sure you were ever human.”

“A little late in the game for you to get that complicated,” I said. “How come you just shot Turpin and let him lay?”

“Who’s Turpin?”

I frowned at him. Langley wasn’t lying. He had no reason to the way things were.

“The guy you shot in my office,” I said.

Langley shrugged. “I don’t get what you’re talking about.” He glanced at his massive lieutenant. “Check him, Oscar.” I tensed as Oscar approached me. But Oscar was a professional. “Turn around,” he ordered, “and lean against the wall with your hands out.”

I did what he told me, turning and tipping my weight forward, catching myself with my palms against the wall. Oscar kept his gun well back in his right hand while his left went through my pockets. He kept to one side, careful not to get between me and Langley’s gun. Whatever I tried, a bullet from one or the other of them would get me before I could finish it.

Oscar stepped back from me when he was done. “Not in his pockets, Mr. Langley. But that don’t mean nothing. We make him strip, we can be sure.”

I pushed myself away from the wall and straightened, turning to face Langley.

He shook his head, studying me. “No. I’m not wasting any more time searching . . . Rome, last time I didn’t know for sure you had it. This time I do. And you’re gonna tell me where that pin is. And what happened to Nimmo and Catleg.”

“Who’re they?”

Oscar slammed the back of his free hand across my face. The force of it smacked me against the wall. My eyes watered from the pain where his big knuckles had struck my nose. I wiped my hand across my upper lip. It came away with a smear of blood.

“Get those hands back up!” Langley snarled.

I raised my hands above my shoulders again. “I don’t know any Nimmo. Or Catleg. What makes you think I do?”

“Nimmo was tailing you Saturday,” Langley snapped. “You knew me and Oscar. You might’ve spotted us. So Nimmo had to tail you. With Catleg for protection. That was Saturday. I ain’t heard from them since. And this is Monday night.”

“So you had a couple guys following me Saturday. This is the first I know about it. Maybe they did a runout on you.

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