"What about?"
"Tell you when we get there. Come on."
"What the hell is this?" Lennox looked from Fink to Salerno. "I tell you who's writing the letters and you want to talk. Go talk to him."
Salerno slipped behind Lennox and caught his arm in a paralyzing grasp. "Come on out to the car," he said softly.
"I will like hell come out to the car. What's the matter with you two?"
"You want it tough?" Fink asked.
Lennox was bewildered. In the background, the orchestra echoed brilliantly.
"Tell him," Salerno said.
"Now don't blow your top." Fink smiled. "We want to drive you down to City Hospital for a check-up."
"Me? City Hospital?"