For an instant, I had my doubts. Maybe I was barking up the wrong tree. Maybe my goons had made a mistake. It wouldn't be the first time. But when I put the wire on Clarence and had him tracked, I knew I'd chosen the right torpedoes for the job.

For a trigger man, the guy was a sure-fine actor. But all I needed to do was tighten the screws.

"Rubbin' you out ain't on the to-do list," I growled, "Ankle over to your door and lock it. You're closin' shop early today."