Two big sedans roared through the night in Chicago's southwest side, last week. The second car drew up alongside the first, poured into it a stream of machine-gun, shotgun and revolver fire. Brakes shrieked; the first sedan careened toward the curb. Like rats leaving a doomed ship, two men jumped out. One sprinted 100 yards, fell on his face on the pavementdead, full of little holes. The other floundered across a vacant lot, died with seven bullets in his flesh. . . . They, Frank Koncil and Charles Hrubek, were members of "Polack...
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