I shrug. “He’s a free man.”
“So he is, but it seemed good manners to ask you. Let’s call it professional courtesy. One professional to another.”
I tilt an acknowledgement. “I appreciate that. And, no, so long as there’s no conflict of interests, I have no objection.”
“Thanks, Larry. It’s always good to be able to call on the reliable ones.” He sucks at his cigar. “It’s a bad business, going after a man’s family. ‘S’not the way to do things. Professionals should deal with each other. Not go taking it out on kids and babies. If I hear anything about Baxter, I’ll let you know.”
“Thanks, Vince. I’ll owe you one.”
“Sure you will,” he grins.
*****
I glance around the lounge. “Mitch?”
“She went back to her apartment,” says Michael. “She wanted an early night.” His expression is bland, bu
