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“That louse Harry Warren and his boys are nosing around like I told you they would.”
“It’s time you broke some heads.”
“Wait a minute. Things are going great. Who needs a war with the Van Dorns?”
“Great?” O’Shay asked sarcastically. “How great? Like waiting around for the railroads to run you off Eleventh Avenue?”
“I seen that coming,” Tommy retorted, hooking his thumbs in his vest and looking proud as a shopkeeper. “That’s why I hooked up with the Hip Sing.”
Brian O’Shay hid a smile. Who did Tommy Thompson think had sent him the Hip Sing?
“I don’t recall the Hip Sing being famous for loving detectives. How long will your Chinamen put up with Van Dorns acting like they own your territory?”
“Why you got to do this, Brian?”
“I’m sending a message.”
“Send a telegram,” Tommy shot back. He laughed. “Say, that’s funny, ‘Send a telegram.’ I like that.”
O’Shay took his eye gouge from his vest pocket. Tommy’s laughter died in his mouth.
“The purpose of a message, Tommy, is to make the other man think about what you can do to him.” O’Shay held the gouge to the light, watched it glint on the sharp edges, and slipped it over his thumb. He glanced at Tommy. The gang boss looked away.
“Thinking what you can do, it makes him wonder. Wondering slows him down. The power of wondering, Tommy-make him wonder and you’ll come out on top.”
“All right, all right. We’ll bust some heads, but I’m not killing any detectives. I don’t want no war.”
“Who else do they have poking around other than Harry Warren’s boys?”
“The Hip Sing spotted a new Van Dorn poking around Chinatown.”
“New? What do you mean, new. Young?”
“No, no, he’s no kid. Out-of-town hard case.”
“New to New York? Why would they bring an out-of-town guy into the city? Doesn’t make sense.”
“He’s a pal of that son of a bitch Bell.”
“How do you know that?”
“One of the boys saw them working together at the Brooklyn Navy Yard. He’s not from New York. It looks like Bell brought him in special.”
“He’s the one. Tommy, I want him watched real close.”
“What for?”
“I’m going to send Bell a message. Give him something to wonder about.”
“I’ll not have my Gophers kill any Van Dorns,” Tommy repeated stubbornly.
“You let Weeks take a shot at Bell,” O’Shay pointed out.
“The Iceman was different. The Van Dorns would have seen it was personal between Weeks and Bell.”
Brian “Eyes” O’Shay regarded Tommy Thompson with scorn. “Don’t worry-I’ll leave a note on the body saying, ‘Don’t blame Tommy Thompson.’ ”
“Aw, come on, Brian.”
