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achinist‘s mate。 Finished; he dismounted the barrel and reassembled the pistol; heading outside with a box of 。22 Long Rifle ammunition。
Kelly had never been intimidated by the large; heavy Colt automatic; but the cost of 。45 ACP was far higher than that of 。22 rimfire cartridges; and so the previous year he‘d purchased a conversion kit allowing the lighter rounds to be fired through the pistol。 He tossed the Coke can about fifteen feet before loading three rounds in the magazine。 He didn‘t bother with ear protection。 He stood as he always did; relaxed; hands at his sides; then brought the gun up fast; dropping into a crouching two…hand stance。 Kelly stopped cold; realizing that the can screwed onto the barrel blanked out his sights。 That would be a problem。 The gun went back down; then came up again; and Kelly squeezed off the first round without actually seeing the target。 With the predictable results: when he looked; the can was untouched。 That was the bad news。 The good news was that the suppressor had functioned well。 Often misrepresented by TV and movie sound editors into an almost musical zing; the noise radiated by a really good silencer is much like that made by swiping a metal brush along a piece of finished lumber。 The expanding gas from the cartridge was trapped in the baffles as the bullet passed through the holes; largely plugging them and forcing the gas to expand in the enclosed spaces inside the can。 With five internal baffles … the cover plate made for number six … the noise of the firing was muted to a whisper。
All of which was fine; Kelly thought; but if you missed the target; he would probably hear the even louder sound of the pistol‘s slide racking back and forth; and the mechanical sounds of a firearm were impossible to mistake for anything harmless。 Missing a soda can at fifteen feet did not speak well of his marksmanship。 The human head was bigger; of course; but his target area inside the human head was not。 Kelly relaxed and tried again; bringing the gun up from his side in a smooth and quick arc。 This time he started pulling the trigger just as the silencer can began to occult the target。 It worked; after a fashion。 The can went down with a ;22…inch hole an inch from the bottom。 Kelly‘s timing wasn‘t quite right。 His next shot was roughly in the center of the can; however; evoking a smile。 He ejected the magazine; loading five hollow…point rounds; and a minute later; the can was no longer usable as a target; with seven holes; six of them roughly grouped in the center。
‘Still have the old touch; Johnnie…boy;‘ Kelly said to himself; safing the pistol。 But this was in daylight against a stationary piece of red metal; and Kelly knew that。 He walked back to his shop and stripped the pistol down again。 The suppressor had tolerated the use without any apparent damage; but he cleaned it anyway; lightly oiling the internal parts。 One more thing; he thought。 With a small brush and white enamel he painted a straight white line down the top of the slide。 Now it was two in the afternoon。 Kelly allowed himself a light lunch before starting his afternoon exercises。
‘Wow; that much?‘
‘You plaining?‘ Tucker demanded。 ‘What‘s the matter; can‘t you handle it?‘
‘Henry; I can handle whatever you deliver;‘ Piaggi replied; more than a little miffed at first by the man‘s arrogance; then wondering what might e next。
‘We‘re going to be here three days!‘ Eddie Morello whined for his part。
‘Don‘t trust your old lady that long?‘ Tucker grinned at the man。 Eddie would have to be next; he had already decided。 Morello didn‘t have much sense of humor anyway。 His face flushed red。
‘Look; Henry…‘
‘Settle down; everybody。‘ Piaggi looked at the eight kilos of material on the table before turning back to Tucker。 ‘I‘d love to know where you get this stuff。‘
‘I‘m sure you would; Tony; but we already talked about that。 Can you handle it?‘
‘You gotta remember; once you start this sort of thing; it‘s kinda hard to stop it。 People depend on you; kinda like what do you tell the bear when you‘re outa cookies; y‘know?‘ Piaggi was already thinking。 He had contacts in Philadelphia and New York; young men … like himself; tired of working for a mustache with old…fashioned rules。 The money potential here was stunning。 Henry had access to … what? he wondered。 They had started only two months before; with two kilograms that had assayed out to a degree of purity that only the best Sicilian White matched; but at half the delivery price。 And the problems associated with delivery were Henry‘s; not his; which made the deal doubly attractive。 Finally; the physical security arrangements were what most impressed Piaggi。 Henry was no dummy; not some upstart with big ideas and small brains。 He was; in fact; a businessman; calm and professional; someone who might make a serious ally and associate; Piaggi thought now。
‘My supply is pretty solid。 Let me worry about that; paisan。‘
‘Okay。‘ Piaggi nodded。 ‘There is one problem; Henry。 It‘ll take me a while to get the cash together for something this big。 You should have warned me; man。‘
Tucker allowed himself a laugh。 ‘I didn‘t want to scare you off; Anthony。‘
‘Trust me on the money?‘
A nod and a look。 ‘I know you‘re a serious guy。‘ Which was the smart play。 Piaggi wouldn‘t walk away from the chance to establish a regular supply to his associates。 The long…term money was just too good。 Angelo Vorano might not have grasped that; but he had served as the means to meet Piaggi; and that was enough。 Besides; Angelo was now crab shit。
‘This is pure stuff; same as before?‘ Morello asked; annoying both of the others。 。
‘Eddie; the man isn‘t going to trust us on the cash and fuck us at the same time; is he?‘ Piaggi asked。
‘Gentlemen; let me tell you what‘s happening here; okay? I got a big supply of good stuff。 Where I get it; how I get it; that‘s my business。 I even got a territory I don‘t want you fooling with; but we ain‘t bumped heads yet on the street and we‘ll keep it that way。‘ Both of the Italians nodded; Tucker saw。 Eddie dumbly; but Tony with understanding and respect。 Piaggi spoke the same way:
‘You need distribution。 We can handle that。 You have your own territory; and we can respect that; too。‘
It was time for the next play。 ‘I didn‘t get this far by being stupid。 After today; you guys are out of this part of the business。‘
‘What do you mean?‘
‘I mean; no more boat rides。 I mean you guys don‘t handle the material anymore。‘
Piaggi smiled。 He‘d done this four times now; and the novelty had already worn off。 ‘You have no argument from me on that。 If you want; I can have my people take deliveries whenever you want。‘
‘We separate the stuff from the money。 We handle it like a business;‘ Tucker said。 ‘Line of credit; like。‘
‘The stuff es over first。‘
‘Fair enough; Tony。 You pick good people; okay? The idea is we separate you and me from the drugs as much as possible。‘
‘People get caught; they talk;‘ Morello pointed out。 He felt excluded from the conversation; but wasn‘t quite bright enough to grasp the significance of that。
‘Mine don‘t;‘ Tucker said evenly。 ‘My people know better。‘
‘That was you; wasn‘t it?‘ Piaggi asked; making the connection and getting a nod。 ‘I like your style; Henry。 Try to be more careful next time; okay?‘ 。
‘I spent two year‘s getting this all set up; cost me a lot of money。 I want this operation to run for a long time; and I‘m not taking any more chances than I have to anymore。 Now; when can you pay me off for this load?‘
‘I brought an even hundred with me。‘ Tony waved towards the duffel bag on the deck。 This little operation had grown with surprising rapidity as it was; but the first three loads had sold off for fine prices; and Tucker; Piaggi thought; was a man you could trust; insofar as you could trust anyone in this line of work。 But; he figured; a rip would have happened already if that was what Tucker wanted; and this much drugs was too much for a guy running that kind of setup。 ‘It‘s yours to take; Henry。 Looks like we‘re going to owe you another 。。。 five hundred? I‘ll need some time; like a week or so。 Sorry; man; but you kinda sandbagged me this way。 Takes time to front up that much cash; y‘know?‘
‘Call it four; Tony。 No sense squeezing your friends first time out。 Let‘s generate a little goodwill at first; okay?‘
‘Special introductory offer?‘ Piaggi laughed at that and tossed Henry a beer。 ‘You gotta have some Italian blood in you; boy。 Okay! We‘ll do it like you say; man。‘ Just how good is that sapply of yours; Heary? Piaggi couldn‘t ask。
‘And now there‘s work to do。‘ Tucker slit open the first plastic bag and dumped it into a stainless…steel mixing bowl; glad that he wouldn‘t have to trouble himself with this mess again。 The seventh step in his marketing plan was now plete。 From now on he‘d have others do this kitchen stuff; under his supervision at first; of course; but starting today Henry Tucker would start acting like the executive he had bee。 Mixing the inert material into the bowl; he congratulated himself on his intelligence。 He‘d started the business in exactly the right way; taking risks; but carefully considered ones; bui

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