{"product_id":"2940013671461","title":"The Suicide Squad Reports For Death","description":"Johnny Kerrigan blinked at him owlishly. \"Jus' as a private citizen,\u003cbr\u003eKimber ol' boy. My friend Frank Robbins told me you eloped with his\u003cbr\u003ekid daughter, Selma. Now she found out what kind of guy you are, she\u003cbr\u003ewants to go home, but you won't let her. So I'm here to sort of\u003cbr\u003econvince you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKimber's little eyes were sharper than ever. \"Take a tip from me.\u003cbr\u003eKerrigan. Forget about the whole thing. Believe me, there's too much\u003cbr\u003einvolved for me to give Selma up.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Sure, sure. I know,\" Johnny said. \"You figure to get Frank Robbins\u003cbr\u003eknocked off, so Selma will inherit the estate. Then you'll take it\u003cbr\u003efrom her.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe other stared.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJohnny Kerrigan shook his head ponderously. \"'Tisn' right, Kimber. I'm\u003cbr\u003emaking you a friendly prop--proposition--let Selma come home with\u003cbr\u003eme. And give her a divorce.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA shrewd gleam came into Russ Kimber's eyes. He moved closer along the\u003cbr\u003ebar, and dropped his voice. \"You don't make much salary with the\u003cbr\u003eF.B.I., Johnny. How can you live on the salary they pay you?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJohnny seemed to think that over for a little while. Then he nodded\u003cbr\u003eponderously. \"'Swhat I always ask myself, Kimber ol' boy. How can I\u003cbr\u003elive on my salary?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Would you like to make some real dough?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"How, much real dough?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Say, ten grand.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJohnny grinned fatuously. \"What must I do?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Nothing much. Just walk out of here and go home,\" Kimber said. \"You\u003cbr\u003ecan tell Frank Robbins that he hasn't got a leg to stand on. I didn't\u003cbr\u003eviolate any law when I married Selma. Tell him it's okay, and you make\u003cbr\u003eten grand!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Nix,\" said Johnny Kerrigan. \"I came here to find Selma and take her\u003cbr\u003ehome. Won't go without her. I'll take this joint apart to find her.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRuss Kimber scowled. \"Don't be a sap, Kerrigan. She's not here. I sent\u003cbr\u003eher away.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Then--\" Johnny grinned with the shrewdness of the true drunk--\"why\u003cbr\u003eyou wanna pay me ten grand to go away?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Because we don't want trouble with you,\" Kimber said. \"You got a\u003cbr\u003ereputation. The boss doesn't want to tangle with you--if possible.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What boss?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"My boss.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Who's your boss?\" and now Johnny's eyes narrowed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKIMBER hesitated. He looked around the room. Kimber's Bar and Grill\u003cbr\u003ewas well-filled tonight. There were thirty or forty people at the bar\u003cbr\u003eand tables, mostly men. Kimber exchanged glances with several of them.\u003cbr\u003eThese were his plug-uglies, toughs he could rely on to see to it that\u003cbr\u003eJohnny Kerrigan never left this place alive if he learned too much.\u003cbr\u003eThere were only two men whom Kimber didn't know. They were sitting at\u003cbr\u003ea corner table, drinking beer. One was dark-haired anal dark-eyed,\u003cbr\u003eslim and handsome. The other was smaller, wiry-looking, but hardly\u003cbr\u003emore than a kid--or so Kimber thought. If anything started, those two\u003cbr\u003ewould have to be taken care of, too--so there'd be no witness to tell\u003cbr\u003ewhat had happened to the big drunken G-man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKimber grinned thinly, and turned back to Johnny. \"You've heard of--\u003cbr\u003ethe 'General'?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJohnny Kerrigan whistled. \"So you work for the General?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes. Now you know. The General offers you ten grand to step out of\u003cbr\u003ethe picture right now. Lay off. Go home. It'll be healthier for you--\u003cbr\u003eand more profitable.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJohnny Kerrigan peered bleary-eyed at Kimber. \"Ten grand is a lot of\u003cbr\u003edough. That girl--Selma Robbins--must be here. Otherwise you\u003cbr\u003ewouldn't offer me all that dough.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Okay,\" Kimber snarled. \"Have it your way. Selma is here. She's\u003cbr\u003eupstairs, guarded by machine-guns. Neither you nor the whole F.B.I.\u003cbr\u003ecould get to her. Now, do you take the ten grand and lay off? Or do we\u003cbr\u003ehave to get tough with you?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuddenly Johnny Kerrigan started to laugh. He put out one huge paw and\u003cbr\u003ewrapped his fingers around Russ Kimber's neck.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Get tough!\" he said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKimber's face grew red as the circulation of blood was choked off by\u003cbr\u003ethat terrible grip. He pawed at his shoulder holster and dragged out\u003cbr\u003ean automatic.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079604617456,"sku":"2940013671461","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013671461_p0.jpg?v=1763596888","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013671461","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}