But this whole thing is unbelievable. Guys like Manatelli don’t blow themselves away.” “I didn’t kill him but somebody else did. I spoke to him before I came back here. He was fat and sassy then. He wasn’t planning suicide.” Doug stood up, pacing up and down in front of the TV which was still playing the shot of the crime scene. He reached out absently and switched it off. “Okay. I’m sorry. But who did it?” “Maybe his bodyguard did. Maybe he was Mucci’s man after all and killed him on Mucci’s say-so.” “That’s the best guess,” Doug said, looking at me but not seeing me, his eyes turned inward on his thoughts. “If the bodyguard’d been doin’ his job he’d’ve stopped the guy who pulled the trigger.” He stood and considered that for a moment. “But think a minute. If it was a mob killing there wouldn’t have been any suicide note.” He thrust his arms out. “You know their pattern. They like their message to be loud an’ clear.” “Maybe they had a reason for cleaning things up down here.
