I CHECKED my list. I had to spook him, not tip him off. Called one of the six numbers on the printout. Not the dead line. Asked for Train. He came, quickly.
"It's me," I said.
"How did you come by this number?"
"From the man we discussed."
"A shot was fired through my upper window last night. Nobody heard it. There was a little round hole in the glass. A big chunk of plaster torn off the wall."
"I'll have him tomorrow. If I thought you knew what he looked like, I'd prove it to you."
"I know what he looks like."
It would have chilled me, but I knew how he knew.
"If I can pull it off, I'll call tomorrow night. Take you to him."
"You mean…?"
"Yeah. COD."