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Hagen
heard
the
car
motor
roaring
into
life
and
he
said
to
the
two
bodyguards
,
"
Go
after
him
.
"
Then
he
went
to
the
phone
and
made
some
calls
.
He
arranged
for
some
men
of
Sonny
's
regime
living
in
the
city
to
go
up
to
Carlo
Rizzi
's
apartment
and
get
Carlo
out
of
there
.
Other
men
would
stay
with
Connie
until
Sonny
arrived
.
He
was
taking
a
chance
,
thwarting
Sonny
,
but
he
knew
the
Don
would
back
him
up
.
He
was
afraid
that
Sonny
might
kill
Carlo
in
front
of
witnesses
.
He
did
not
expect
trouble
from
the
enemy
.
The
Five
Families
had
been
quiet
too
long
and
obviously
were
looking
for
peace
of
some
kind
.
By
the
time
Sonny
roared
out
of
the
mall
in
his
Buick
,
he
had
already
regained
,
partly
,
his
senses
.
He
noted
the
two
bodyguards
getting
into
a
car
to
follow
him
and
approved
.
He
expected
no
danger
,
the
Five
Families
had
quit
counterattacking
,
were
not
really
fighting
anymore
.
He
had
grabbed
his
jacket
in
the
foyer
and
there
was
a
gun
in
a
secret
dashboard
compartment
of
the
car
,
the
car
registered
in
the
name
of
a
member
of
his
regime
,
so
that
he
personally
could
not
get
into
any
legal
trouble
.
But
he
did
not
anticipate
needing
any
weapon
.
He
did
not
even
know
what
he
was
going
to
do
with
Carlo
Rizzi
.
Now
that
he
had
a
chance
to
think
,
Sonny
knew
he
could
not
kill
the
father
of
an
unborn
child
,
and
that
father
his
sister
's
husband
.
Not
over
a
domestic
spat
.
Except
that
it
was
not
just
a
domestic
spat
.
Carlo
was
a
bad
guy
and
Sonny
felt
responsible
that
his
sister
had
met
the
bastard
through
him
.
The
paradox
in
Sonny
's
violent
nature
was
that
he
could
not
hit
a
woman
and
had
never
done
so
.
That
he
could
not
harm
a
child
or
anything
helpless
.
When
Carlo
had
refused
to
fight
back
against
him
that
day
,
it
had
kept
Sonny
from
killing
him
;
complete
submission
disarmed
his
violence
.
As
a
boy
,
he
had
been
truly
tenderhearted
.
That
he
had
become
a
murderer
as
a
man
was
simply
his
destiny
.
But
he
would
settle
this
thing
once
and
for
all
,
Sonny
thought
,
as
he
headed
the
Buick
toward
the
causeway
that
would
take
him
over
the
water
from
Long
Beach
to
the
parkways
on
the
other
side
of
Jones
Beach
.
He
always
used
this
route
when
he
went
to
New
York
.
There
was
less
traffic
.
He
decided
he
would
send
Connie
home
with
the
bodyguards
and
then
he
would
have
a
session
with
his
brotherin-law
.
What
would
happen
after
that
he
did
n't
know
.
If
the
bastard
had
really
hurt
Connie
,
he
'd
make
a
cripple
out
of
the
bastard
.
But
the
wind
coming
over
the
causeway
,
the
salty
freshness
of
the
air
,
cooled
his
anger
.
He
put
the
window
down
all
the
way
.
He
had
taken
the
Jones
Beach
Causeway
,
as
always
,
because
it
was
usually
deserted
this
time
of
night
,
at
this
time
of
year
,
and
he
could
speed
recklessly
until
he
hit
the
parkways
on
the
other
side
.
And
even
there
traffic
would
be
light
.
The
release
of
driving
very
fast
would
help
dissipate
what
he
knew
was
a
dangerous
tension
.
He
had
already
left
his
bodyguards
car
far
behind
.
The
causeway
was
badly
lit
,
there
was
not
a
single
car
.
Far
ahead
he
saw
the
white
cone
of
the
manned
tollbooth
.
There
were
other
tollbooths
beside
it
but
they
were
staffed
only
during
the
day
,
for
heavier
traffic
.
Sonny
started
braking
the
Buick
and
at
the
same
time
searched
his
pockets
for
change
.
He
had
none
.
He
reached
for
his
wallet
,
flipped
it
open
with
one
hand
and
fingered
out
a
bill
.
He
came
within
the
arcade
of
light
and
he
saw
to
his
mild
surprise
a
car
in
the
tollbooth
slot
blocking
it
,
the
driver
obviously
asking
some
sort
of
directions
from
the
toll
taker
.
Sonny
honked
his
horn
and
the
other
car
obediently
rolled
through
to
let
his
car
slide
into
the
slot
.
