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dollars for the man who first spots him and reports in. What about the head money, the million the Commission put up?"
    "It's still waiting to, be collected," Carboni said.
    "You eligible?"
    "Damn right." He shrugged. "And now I find myself waiting for this great gunman, Rocco. When he gets here, keep both him and the driver in the limo. If we get a call, I want them there and the damn engine warmed up."
    Canzonari returned to his desk and called his loan operators, commanding them once again to contact him immediately if they even suspected the Executioner was around.
    He called in his consigliere, and they discussed the problem of who to put in charge of the loan and prostitution operations.
    It was hard to believe that Also Capezio was gone. He'd been slow to develop, but he had a good future. Now they must pick a new lieutenant.
    The Don stared beyond his screened porch at the pool and acres of carefully tended lawns. He tried to enjoy the sun while he could. His was a high-risk occupation. He ought to live the good moments for all they were worth. He had lost five good men in the past few hours.
    Vince Carboni must be an expert. Anybody the Commissione sent would be top drawer. But was he good enough to take out Mack Bolan? Five men whacked out and not a clue for the cops or his "rectifiers." He phoned Joey to meet them in the study with the computer evaluations on the top men.
    Don Canzonari lumbered to his feet and waddled up to his office.
    Joey was there when he arrived. The consigliere, Joseph Morello, went to his own office for some files and returned a few minutes later.
    Joey grinned at his father and slapped down computer printouts. Joey was twenty-six, a graduate of the University of Oregon at Eugene and a bona-fide computer whiz. He had set up the programs and the hardware for the entire system. Now he could call up facts and figures on any of the family businesses, legitimate or otherwise. He'd even rigged his office so that anyone sitting in a certain chair could be videotaped from one of three cameras.
    "Okay, business. Who do we have with leadership qualities who isn't already assigned?" the elder Canzonari asked.
    ""Leadership"? We aren't exactly overwhelmed with top candidates." Joey picked up a printout and flipped through the pages. "Best man for the job is Frank Genaro. He's been with the family for seven years. Has served well in half a dozen shoot-outs. Wounded once. Called to testify in a court case and said all the right things for the family."
    Gino looked at his lawyer, who nodded. "I didn't think of Frank, but he could do well. How much education?"
    "He graduated from high school," Joey said, reading from the printout.
    "Morello, you talk to him. Tell him he's got to get the whole thing together again quick. We're losing too much in interest payments. And warn him that the Executioner probably knows about every one of our outlets."
    The consigliere nodded and left.
    Gino Canzonari turned to his son. "Now what about Jupiter? Is everything on schedule?"
    Joey examined another printout and smiled. "Looks like it. My latest data show that the ship should be here the morning of the thirteenth, less than three days from now. The night before, we're having a little gathering of about thirty family people from up and down the coast and as far inland as the plains states. They all want to see what we have for sale."
    "I don't want that hardware around any longer than necessary."
    "Don't worry, dad. I figure none of the illegal stuff will be in our warehouse for more than twenty-four hours. We'll have twenty delivery trucks standing by for loading and immediate dispatch."
    "And the Japanese crewmen and officers are all getting double pay for this run?"
    "All taken care of. Envelopes with their cash will be in my briefcase, along with a million in cash for the man from Rome who put the shipment together. The balance we pay through our bank by computer, sending the cash to their account in Rome."
    "Not a