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Chapter 11

           Thentheairseemedtofillwithafinemistofsprayedbloodashecougheditoutofhisshatteredlungs.Verycoolly,verydeliberately,Michaelfiredthenextshotthroughthetopofhiswhite-hairedskull.

           Theairseemedtobefullofpinkmist.Michaelswungtowardthemansittingagainstthewall.Thismanhadnotmadeamove.Heseemedparalyzed.Nowhecarefullyshowedhishandsontopofthetableandlookedaway.Thewaiterwasstaggeringbacktowardthekitchen,anexpressionofhorroronhisface,staringatMichaelindisbelief.Sollozzowasstillinhischair,thesideofhisbodyproppedupbythetable.McCluskey,hisheavybodypullingdownward,hadfallenoffhischairontothefloor.Michaelletthegunslipoutofhishandsothatitboundoffhisbodyandmadenonoise.Hesawthatneitherthemanagainstthewallnorthewaiterhadnoticedhimdroppingthegun.Hestrodethefewstepstowardthedoorandopenedit.Sollozzo’scarwasparkedatthecurbstill,buttherewasnosignofthedriver.Michaelturnedleftandaroundthecorner.Headlightsflashedonandabatteredsedanpulleduptohim,thedoorswingingopen.Hejumpedinandthecarroaredaway.HesawthatitwasTessioatthewheel,histrimfeatureshardasmarble.

           "DidyoudothejobonSollozzo?"Tessioasked.

           ForthatmomentMichaelwasstruckbytheidiomTessiohadused.Itwasalwaysusedinasexualsense,todothejobonawomanmeantseducingher.ItwascuriousthatTessiouseditnow."Bothofthem,"Michaelsaid.

           "Sure?"Tessioasked.

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