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Alan was not worried. He had not been within a hundred feet of the crime, and it had been easy for him to slip away unnoticed. The others had had little difficulty either Webber, Hollis, Kovak, McGuire, and Freeman. There was a chance that Hollis or Kovak had been recognized; in that case, they could be tracked down by televector.
Seven or eight men were there the ones Alan thought of as the inner circle of Hawkes' cronies. Johnny Byng, Mike Kovak, Al Webber, Lorne Hollis, and some others. Sleepily Alan nodded at them and took a seat, wondering why Hawkes had dragged him out of bed for this. Hawkes looked at him sharply. "Alan, you know all these people, don't you?" Alan nodded.
So Kovak turned the plans of the robbery over to Bryson's boys in exchange for a quitclaim on the money he owed, and Bryson just forwarded it all on to the police. They were waiting for us when we showed up." That cleared Gainer, Alan thought in some relief. "How did you find all this out?" "Bryson himself told me." "What!" "I guess he didn't know exactly who besides Max was in on the deal.
Anyway, he certainly didn't know I was part of the group," Hollis said. "Old man Bryson was laying off some bets with me and he let something slip about how he tipped the police to Max. Then he told me the whole thing." "And Kovak?" "Dead," Hollis said bluntly. "Bryson must have figured that if he'd sell Max out he'd sell anybody out, so Kovak got taken care of. He was found yesterday.
Armed guards were bringing packages of currency from within the bank and were placing them on the truck. Alan's heart raced. The streets were crowded with office workers out for lunch; could he get away with it? It was all precisely synchronized. As Hawkes and Alan strolled toward the bank, Alan caught sight of Kovak lounging across the street, reading a telefax sheet.
There won't be much of an investigation; they killed two and caught two, and that'll keep them happy. After all, the robbery was a failure." "Any notion why it failed?" Hollis nodded. "Sure I have a notion! It was Kovak who tipped them off." "Mike? but he looked okay to me." "And to everybody. But he owed Bryson a lot, and Bryson was anxious to dispose of Max.
Alan saw Jensen writhing in the steel grip of a roboguard. Had Webber's device failed? Evidently so. Alan was unable to move. He saw Freeman and McGuire streaking wildly down the street with police in keen pursuit. Hollis stood staring dumbly inside the bank door. Alan saw Kovak come running toward him. "Everything's gone wrong!" Kovak whispered harshly. "The cops were waiting for us!
Alan shook hands with him, and then felt like wiping off his hand. Hollis came to see them often. Another frequent visitor was Mike Kovak of the Bryson Syndicate a sharp-looking businessman type in ultra-modern suits, who spoke clearly and well and whose specialty was forgery.
Johnny Byng does; and Kovak, too he owes Bryson thirty thousand. But I organized the scheme." Hawkes was pleading now. "Alan, I'm bored. Deadly bored. Gambling isn't gambling for me; I'm too good. I never lose except when I want to. So I need to get my kicks someplace else. This is it. But it won't come off without you." They were silent for a moment.
Just outside the door, Hollis and Kovak would lurk. As the quartet pounced on the truck's guards, they would sprint across and yank the driver out of the cab. Then Alan would enter quickly from the other side and drive off, while the remaining nine would vanish into the crowd in as many different directions as possible.
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