One quiet morning last week a man crept carefully down a bushy slope on the outskirts of Peoria, Ill., worked his way to within a hundred feet of a-shabby, concrete-box roadhouse. As a man in a chalk-striped suit walked out, he aimed carefully, squeezed off one thunderous shot, and crawled quietly away.
Bulky, hard-mouthed Bernie Shelton,-50, youngest and meanest of the ill-famed Shelton boys, fell. He was dead in half an hour. His 59-year-old brother Carl—a big, amiable murderer, who carried a red bandanna and dressed like a hayseed—had been ambushed and killed...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
