He knew they were coming. Before they arrived in the city, before they entered the building and stepped onto the elevator, he knew they would be there by sunset, and not because he possessed any extraordinary powers of the mind. He was clever, quite intelligent for his age, but he had no psychic sight to tell him how the future would unfold.
Everything happened the way it did because that was how Porky Minch wanted it.
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