Chapter 8

“Did you not pay six thousand dollars to Michael McGurk to be delivered to Micky Morrison in consideration for his securing your appointment as assistant district attorney?” “I did not!” shouted O’Brien. “And you know it! Your Honor, are you going to permit me to be insulted in this way?” But a puzzled if not actually bewildered look had settled upon the learned justice’s countenance. To coin a distinctly new phrase there was “a far-away look” in his gray eyes. “Do you know Red Burke, alias the Roach; Tony Savelli,…