Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 172

I saw it in Lanyard's eye. He was about to pull the trigger, ridding the world of one Vic Stane when around the stacked crates staggered Rocco. He was holding his bloodied head and walking like a wino with gout. He must have broken the lock on the trunk of his car and crawled out. God only knows how he did it or was able to drag himself inside the warehouse. He called out for Sal, not knowing that if Sal wasn't dead already he soon would be. He looked pathetic as Lanyard spun around, shooting Rocco in the head...