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Michael
got
up
and
went
into
the
bathroom
.
The
urinal
had
a
pink
bar
of
soap
in
it
secured
by
a
wire
net
.
He
went
into
the
booth
.
He
really
had
to
go
,
his
bowels
were
loose
.
He
did
it
very
quickly
,
then
reached
behind
the
enamel
water
cabinet
until
his
hand
touched
the
small
,
blunt-nosed
gun
fastened
with
tape
.
He
ripped
the
gun
loose
,
remembering
that
Clemenza
had
said
not
to
worry
about
leaving
prints
on
the
tape
.
He
shoved
the
gun
into
his
waistband
and
buttoned
his
jacket
over
it
.
He
washed
his
hands
and
wet
his
hair
.
He
wiped
his
prints
off
the
faucet
with
his
handkerchief
.
Then
he
left
the
toilet
.
Sollozzo
was
sitting
directly
facing
the
door
of
the
toilet
,
his
dark
eyes
blazing
with
alertness
.
Michael
gave
a
smile
.
"
Now
I
can
talk
,
"
he
said
with
a
sigh
of
relief
.
Captain
McCluskey
was
eating
the
plate
of
veal
and
spaghetti
that
had
arrived
.
The
man
on
the
far
wall
had
been
stiff
with
attention
,
now
he
too
relaxed
visibly
.
Michael
sat
down
again
.
He
remembered
Clemenza
had
told
him
not
to
do
this
,
to
come
out
of
the
toilet
and
blaze
away
.
But
either
out
of
some
warning
instinct
or
sheer
funk
he
had
not
done
so
.
He
had
felt
that
if
he
had
made
one
swift
move
he
would
have
been
cut
down
.
Now
he
felt
safe
and
he
must
have
been
scared
because
he
was
glad
he
was
no
longer
standing
on
his
legs
.
They
had
gone
weak
with
trembling
.
Sollozzo
was
leaning
toward
him
.
Michael
,
his
belly
covered
by
the
table
,
unbuttoned
his
jacket
and
listened
intently
.
He
could
not
understand
a
word
the
man
was
saying
.
It
was
literally
gibberish
to
him
.
His
mind
was
so
filled
with
pounding
blood
that
no
word
registered
.
Underneath
the
table
his
right
hand
moved
to
the
gun
tucked
into
his
waistband
and
he
drew
it
free
.
At
that
moment
the
waiter
came
to
take
their
order
and
Sollozzo
turned
his
head
to
speak
to
the
waiter
.
Michael
thrust
the
table
away
from
him
with
his
left
hand
and
his
right
hand
shoved
the
gun
almost
against
Sollozzo
's
head
.
The
man
's
coordination
was
so
acute
that
he
had
already
begun
to
fling
himself
away
at
Michael
's
motion
.
But
Michael
,
younger
,
his
reflexes
sharper
,
pulled
the
trigger
.
The
bullet
caught
Sollozzo
squarely
between
his
eye
and
his
ear
and
when
it
exited
on
the
other
side
blasted
out
a
huge
gout
of
blood
and
skull
fragments
onto
the
petrified
waiter
's
jacket
.
Instinctively
Michael
knew
that
one
bullet
was
enough
.
Sollozzo
had
turned
his
head
in
that
last
moment
and
he
had
seen
the
light
of
life
die
in
the
man
's
eyes
as
clearly
as
a
candle
goes
out
.
Only
one
second
had
gone
by
as
Michael
pivoted
to
bring
the
gun
to
bear
on
McCluskey
.
The
police
captain
was
staring
at
Sollozzo
with
phlegmatic
surprise
,
as
if
this
had
nothing
to
do
with
him
.
He
did
not
seem
to
be
aware
of
his
own
danger
.
His
veal-covered
fork
was
suspended
in
his
hand
and
his
eyes
were
just
turning
on
Michael
.
And
the
expression
on
his
face
,
in
his
eyes
,
held
such
confident
outrage
,
as
if
now
he
expected
Michael
to
surrender
or
to
run
away
,
that
Michael
smiled
at
him
as
he
pulled
the
trigger
.
This
shot
was
bad
,
not
mortal
.
It
caught
MeCluskey
in
his
thick
bull-like
throat
and
he
started
to
choke
loudly
as
if
he
had
swallowed
too
large
a
bite
of
the
veal
.
Then
the
air
seemed
to
fill
with
a
fine
mist
of
sprayed
blood
as
he
coughed
it
out
of
his
shattered
lungs
.
Very
coolly
,
very
deliberately
,
Michael
fired
the
next
shot
through
the
top
of
his
white-haired
skull
.
The
air
seemed
to
be
full
of
pink
mist
.
Michael
swung
toward
the
man
sitting
against
the
wall
.
This
man
had
not
made
a
move
.
He
seemed
paralyzed
.
Now
he
carefully
showed
his
hands
on
top
of
the
table
and
looked
away
.
The
waiter
was
staggering
back
toward
the
kitchen
,
an
expression
of
horror
on
his
face
,
staring
at
Michael
in
disbelief
.
Sollozzo
was
still
in
his
chair
,
the
side
of
his
body
propped
up
by
the
table
.
McCluskey
,
his
heavy
body
pulling
downward
,
had
fallen
off
his
chair
onto
the
floor
.
Michael
let
the
gun
slip
out
of
his
hand
so
that
it
bound
off
his
body
and
made
no
noise
.
He
saw
that
neither
the
man
against
the
wall
nor
the
waiter
had
noticed
him
dropping
the
gun
.
He
strode
the
few
steps
toward
the
door
and
opened
it
.
Sollozzo
's
car
was
parked
at
the
curb
still
,
but
there
was
no
sign
of
the
driver
.
Michael
turned
left
and
around
the
corner
.
Headlights
flashed
on
and
a
battered
sedan
pulled
up
to
him
,
the
door
swinging
open
.
He
jumped
in
and
the
car
roared
away
.
He
saw
that
it
was
Tessio
at
the
wheel
,
his
trim
features
hard
as
marble
.
