Cully Morrigan paused outside the headquarters of Adam Blake. His hand was under his jacket as he watched a car drive slowly toward him. He waited patiently for it to pass before he pressed the plate. Instead, it stopped in front of the steps. Natty Brand’s cut face looked out the window at the ex-hijacker. His eyes were icy flint.
“This isn’t over between us, Deadman,” Natty said coldly. “Whenever the police quit looking at my operations, I’ll take care of you.”
“Do you really want to continue with this feud?” asked Cully. “I didn’t want anything to happen to your brother, but I am not going to let you roll over me.”
“I told you I would deal with the killers of my brother,” said Natty. “Be seeing you, Deadman.”
“You better hope I don’t see you first, Brand,” said Cully quietly.
The window rolled up, concealing the bitter gangster. The automobile pulled away from the curb slowly.