“I thought so,” I said. He was carrying the ball and I wasn’t going to push him.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said. “You go down to the Farrell Hotel on Fifth Street—not right now. Say, late this afternoon. Maybe five or six. Go up to room two-fifteen. When the door is opened, ask for Al. He’ll be the guy who opens the door. Tell him that Dean sent you. He’ll give you some information that may help.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” he said. “I owed Jimmy a couple of favors for a long time. Good luck.” He slipped off the stool and was gone.
Bo came over in a few minutes. “What was that all about?” he asked.
“The guy was trying to give me a tip on a horse. You know how those touts are.
I’ll see you later.” He knew I was lying and there was a hurt look on his face as I left.
I drove into the
