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| The mobsman holstered his smoking .38 and wiped the blood spatters from
his cheek. "Dat mug had a lot of spunk."
"Ya chief." grinned Moochy, "He danced better den Ruby Keeler."
The barkeeper cautiously raised his eyes over the swamp of wasted hooch
glistening with shards of glass. One highball remained. Hannigan picked it
up and finished it.
He sneered at the barkeep. "Your establishment could use some tidying up."
He threw a wad of bills at the cowering man's face as he turned to follow
Moochy out the door.
Once certain they were gone the barkeeper picked his phone up off the
floor, trying not to look at the crumpled heap that had been, up until
moments ago, district attorney Wilks. His hand still shaking, he dialed a
number known to only a rare few.
"I need to get a message to the Shadowy Avenger. Killer Hannigan is back in
town."
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