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Can
you
meet
him
later
on
tonight
?
"
"
Sure
,
"
Luca
said
.
"
What
time
and
where
?
"
Tattaglia
said
softly
,
"
The
club
closes
at
four
in
the
morning
.
Why
do
n't
you
meet
in
here
while
the
waiters
are
cleaning
ups
.
They
knew
his
habits
,
Luca
thought
,
they
must
have
been
checking
him
out
.
He
usually
got
up
about
three
or
four
in
the
afternoon
and
had
breakfast
,
then
amused
himself
by
gambling
with
cronies
in
the
Family
or
had
a
girl
.
Sometimes
he
saw
one
of
the
midnight
movies
and
then
would
drop
in
for
a
drink
at
one
of
the
clubs
.
He
never
went
to
bed
before
dawn
.
So
the
suggestion
of
a
four
A.
M.
meeting
was
not
as
outlandish
as
it
seemed
.
"
Sure
,
sure
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'll
be
back
at
four
.
"
He
left
the
club
and
caught
a
cab
to
his
furnished
room
on
Tenth
Avenue
.
He
boarded
with
an
Italian
family
to
which
he
was
distantly
related
.
His
two
rooms
were
separated
from
the
rest
of
their
railroad
flat
by
a
special
door
.
He
liked
the
arrangement
because
it
gave
him
some
family
life
and
also
protection
against
surprise
where
he
was
most
vulnerable
.
The
sly
Turkish
fox
was
going
to
show
his
bushy
tail
,
Luca
thought
.
If
things
went
far
enough
,
if
Sollozzo
committed
himself
tonight
,
maybe
the
whole
thing
could
be
wound
up
as
a
Christmas
present
for
the
Don
.
In
his
room
,
Luca
unlocked
the
trunk
beneath
the
bed
and
took
out
a
bulletproof
vest
.
It
was
heavy
.
He
undressed
and
put
it
on
over
his
woolen
underwear
,
then
put
his
shirt
and
jacket
over
it
.
He
thought
for
a
moment
of
calling
the
Don
's
house
at
Long
Beach
to
tell
him
of
this
new
development
but
he
knew
the
Don
never
talked
over
the
phone
,
to
anyone
,
and
the
Don
had
given
him
this
assignment
in
secret
and
so
did
not
want
anyone
,
not
even
Hagen
or
his
eldest
son
,
to
know
about
it
.
Luca
always
carried
a
gun
.
He
had
a
license
to
carry
a
gun
,
probably
the
most
expensive
gun
license
ever
issued
anyplace
,
anytime
.
It
had
cost
a
total
of
ten
thousand
dollars
but
it
would
keep
him
out
of
jail
if
he
was
frisked
by
the
cops
.
As
a
top
executive
operating
official
of
the
Family
he
rated
the
license
.
But
tonight
,
just
in
case
he
could
finish
off
the
job
,
he
wanted
a
"
safe
"
gun
.
One
that
could
not
possibly
be
traced
.
But
then
thinking
the
matter
over
,
he
decided
that
he
would
just
listen
to
the
proposition
tonight
and
report
back
to
the
Godfather
,
Don
Corleone
.
He
made
his
way
back
to
the
club
but
he
did
not
drink
any
more
.
Instead
he
wandered
out
to
48th
Street
,
where
he
had
a
leisurely
late
supper
at
Patsy
's
,
his
favorite
Italian
restaurant
.
When
it
was
time
for
his
appointment
he
drifted
uptown
to
the
club
entrance
.
The
doorman
was
no
longer
there
when
he
went
in
.
The
hatcheck
girl
was
gone
.
Only
Bruno
Tattaglia
waited
to
greet
him
and
lead
him
to
the
deserted
bar
at
the
side
of
the
room
.
Before
him
he
could
see
the
desert
of
small
tables
with
the
polished
yellow
wood
dance
floor
gleaming
like
a
small
diamond
in
the
middle
of
them
.
In
the
shadows
was
the
empty
bandstand
,
out
of
it
grew
the
skeleton
metal
stalk
of
a
microphone
.
Luca
sat
at
the
bar
and
Bruno
Tattaglia
went
behind
it
.
Luca
refused
the
drink
offered
to
him
and
lit
a
cigarette
.
It
was
possible
that
this
would
turn
out
to
be
something
else
,
not
the
Turk
.
But
then
he
saw
Soltozzo
emerge
out
of
the
shadows
at
the
far
end
of
the
room
.
