The Rough Boys

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Vince and Terry had to go underground after they'd iced the fink. They had been hired in from Detroit to help Gongo and the outfit. Hired to put the silence on a creep named Robbison; they'd done it; smooth, nice, like always.

Two days after they'd left the 707 at JFK, they'd bushwhacked Robbison in a midtown parking lot and blown him all over a brick wall with .357 Magnum efficiency.

The job was done, but the payment was forthcoming. It wasn't a matter of doublecross—Gongo knew better than that and he always paid off promptly for a job properly done—but Vince and Terry had gotten word the D.A. was really pissed-off about this one: Robbison had been ready to spill. So ... underground.

Vince and Terry were professionals, they could see the big picture: hot cop breath down Gongo's neck from an anxious D.A. and the cooling had come just in time. So much in time, perhaps, that the D.A. saw a beautiful indictment going up in smoke. So the heat was on.

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