“I know.”
She looked at me suddenly and there was shrewdness in her eyes. “Is that why you went up there, honey? To ask about Harry?”
“That’s why. I wanted to see if he’d had any enemies there.”
“Harry didn’t have any enemies anywhere.”
“Well, it certainly wasn’t friends who burned down that building with three men in it. Besides, no man makes several million dollars without also making a few enemies.”
“You think someone meant to kill Harry?”
“It’s very possible,” I said. “Did you ever know him to have anything to do with two men named Gino Benetto and Joe Cabacchi?”
“No,” she said firmly. “I’m sure he never knew anyone with names like that. Who are they?”
“Hoods.”
“No. Harry never knew any gangsters. He didn’t even like for me to work in nightclubs because he said a lot of gangst
