The Executioner drove three miles to Northeast Sandy, along it for a few blocks, then down an alley. He parked at the rear of the Eagleton Loan Company.

"Into the office, Also."

Capezio shook his head. "We never keep much cash here. Two or three thousand, tops."

"Every little bit helps, Also. Now open up."

They entered an office divided into a dozen cubicles, with a desk and a chair in each.

"So what games do we play now?" asked Capezio.

"I want names and addresses for all your loansharking offices like this one, and I want names and hangouts for each of your street sharks — like Leo the Fish used to be."

"Whaddya mean, 'used to be"?"

"Leo and I had a meeting tonight in his favorite bar."

"You snuffed Leo?"

"A case of lead poisoning. Now get the records for me fast, or you join him."

The mafioso dug through a desk drawer until he found what he was looking for. He handed it to Bolan. It was a computer printout. Bolan examined it and put it in his pocket. Then he demanded a list of all the cathouses Capezio operated for the Canzonaris.

Another neat computer printout went into the Executioner's pocket. Suddenly Capezio made a rash move. He whirled, grabbed a weapon from the desk and lifted it to fire. Two rounds whispered from the Beretta, pulping Capezio's heart and snuffing out his life.

A locked file cabinet was marked Loan Records. Bolan put half a cube of C-4 plastic explosive on the front of it and another on a locked file labeled diskettes. He inserted timer detonators into the soft explosive and set them for three minutes.

He was a block away when the bombs went off.

So much for the loan and call-girl headquarters.

Heading downtown, Bolan stopped at a drugstore and made two photocopies of the loan-shark and whorehouse lists and put them in an envelope he bought and wrote a name on the outside.