I moved toward the door. “Figure it out,” I evaded. “I told you where she lived.”
Garren yawned. “I’ve heard of that d**k Donelly,” he stated. “He’s a bright boy they pulled across from Brooklyn. He’s an old-timer, at that.”
I nodded. “He knew me,” I said. “And I got the idea the blond might have known Donner. You don’t place her?”
Ben shook his head. He came around and snapped the latch on the inside.
“I don’t figure we can do all our business in this town,” he said in a low voice. “Wherever we do it— there’ll be tough going.”
“There’ll be cigarette money,” I returned. “A drink now and then. It’s tough going right now, isn’t it?”
“You’re damn right!” he stated. “Talk foolish over the phone— I’ll spot the good words. Some stoolie might happen to be listening in.”
He opened the door.
