By Max Allan Collins
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He was in a water tower observation post and got the warning out, saved a lot of lives. ” “Is this . . ” Michael hesitated. Then he said, “Darling . . that’s something Mike told you, to put your mind at ease. ” “Oh God. Oh Jesus. ” “I knew. ” She felt her chin quiver, but will power—and the sedative— allowed her to maintain her composure long enough to hear the rest of it. “Go on,” she said. ” “Helicopters came in to rescue these boys, and Mike was among those staving off the onslaught of enemy troops.
Michael sipped his Coke, put the bottle back on the cocktail-napkin coaster. ’ ” Giancana said, in possibly the worst Flip Wilson impression of all time. He pawed the air. “Hell! The stories I could tell . ” “You’ve convinced me. ” Giancana leaned so close, he almost climbed onto the desk. “He’s more than nuts, Mike. ” “I don’t just mean ‘dangerous’ he might stick an ice pick in your ball sack. ” 38 “Talk about a fuckin’ fool for a client. Layin’ on a stretcher in his pajamas, yellin’ through a bullhorn.
With your talents—this will happen. This . . will . . ” For the sake of protecting Michael’s ability to serve as a squeaky-clean front man, however, the war hero had been largely protected from the violent side of things. Now the Outfit, as he had known it—as his father had known it—was entering its twilight years. Capone and Nitti were long gone; the mob’s corpulent treasurer Guzik had (not surprisingly) died eating, and even the Outfit’s fixer and diplomat, Murray “the Hump” Humphries, had succumbed to a heart attack.