“Milo March,” he said. “I know that name from somewhere. And the face that goes with it. … I know. It was a couple of years ago. You’re a private d**k from New York or someplace, and you’re working on a case here.”
I nodded. “I am a private detective, but I only work on insurance cases. It was the Beverly Hills jewel job in which Johnny Renaldi was killed.”
“Yeah, that’s the one. What are you doing out here now, March?”
“Working. I’ve run into a couple of men I’m interested in, and I thought you might know something about them.”
“Who are they?”
“Gino Benetto and Joe Cabacchi, also known as Joe Cabbage.”
He smiled. “You certainly pick some dandies to get interested in. They have records longer than both your arms. They’ve been arrested for almost everything in the book—speeding, resis
