Chapitre 4: Chapter 4

By the time they were done, Hogan was grinning again. “Now get out and don’t come around no more unless you’re drinking. The public library, this ain’t.”

Back out on the street Vergil considered his options. The two obvious suspects in any mob murder were the victim’s employer, or his organisation’s competitors. If Hogan had the man killed, it would come out in the next few days as he gave Vergil the run around. So that was handled. There was another bootlegging operation running in Arkham, local boys who didn’t need to import a thing. Could be they were trying to bump off the competition or take over Hogan’s outfit themselves. Of course, if Vergil was being honest, he didn’t give a half a damn about bootleggers or mob wars or anything else except the maddening glimpse of that tattoo.