Three
The room I entered was a small sitting room. There was nobody else in it. Just Eddie and me. There was a half-open door leading into another room, but I couldn’t see into it. Eddie pressed the g*n against me and used his free hand to search me. I hadn’t brought my g*n.
“What the hell’s going on?” the voice from the other room demanded once more.
“This guy said he thought we ought to be interested in fire insurance,” Eddie said. “So I thought you’d better see him. He’s clean.”
“Bring him in,” the voice said.
“Okay, sucker,” Eddie said. “In there.”
I walked into the next room. There were two men in the room. One of them looked like Eddie’s twin, even though his hair was dark instead of light. There was no question that the other one was Harry Manfred. He was a short, thick-should
