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some leather. The Belle sent a single silent sizzler across the pointblank
range, and the Mafioso continued turning into a corkscrew to the sidewalk.
Bolan was there before the corpse could untangle itself. He hefted the
dead weight onto a shoulder and carried it along the street to the alleyway,
several doors down.
A convenient trash barrel behind a gift shop made the perfect
repository. The Executioner left his mess there, then returned quickly to
Mary Ching's.
She had disregarded his instructions, and had wrapped the bloodied
corpse in a heavy" blanket and dragged it inside the apartment.
Bolan found her kneeling over the dead hood, going through his pockets.
She looked up with a frown and, in a faint voice, told Bolan, "I think
I know this man. He - it's hard to say for sure, with his head all - like
that - but I believe I've seen him at the club. He works for Franco
Laurentis."
Bolan muttered, "Crazy Franco."
"That's the one. They called this man Ralph the Pretender. He was one
of those cold, silent ones that stand around, see all, and say nothing."
Bolan pulled the girl to her feet and led her to the couch. She was
sort of shook up. He guided her down, lit a cigarette, glared at her
silently for a moment, then he told her, "Okay, it's time for a talk. What
is Crazy Franco's interest in Mary Ching?"
She said, "I... I believe the interest is in Mr. Wo Fan. Obviously he
was followed here."
"Then why didn't the tail stick with him? Why hang around here?"
"I don't know why."
"Maybe Ralph the Pretender came with Wo Fan, not behind him. Maybe he
hung around outside until the boss left and sent him on up."
"That's ridiculous!"
"What makes you so sure of that?"
"It just is. Besides, I..."
"You what?"
"Nothing," she said sullenly. "You can leave now."
"Not yet. What were you doing at the China Gardens tonight?"
"I work there."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She dropped her eyes. "Well... actually I work for Mr. Wo Fan.
We've had the China Gardens under surveillance. For some time."
"Why?"
"They - well you know what they do there."
"Sure. But why should Wo Fan care?"
"He cares about many things."
"Such as."
The dark eyes blazed defiantly. "Such as the dangerous way our
government has started leaning toward an accommodation of mainland China."
"Try again," Bolan told her. "That's no reason to be watching Joe
Fasco's operation. Is it?"
"There's more reason than you might think," she declared angrily. "The
American underworld has been dealing with Red China for some time. Things
have been bad enough around here, even with the official embargo on mainland