“I bet it was a swell time. But I’m glad you said it.”
When we got out there, a car was parked in front, and a guy was sitting in it. He got a silly kind of grin on his face and climbed out. It was Kennedy, the guy in Katz’s office.
“You remember me?”
“Sure I remember you. Come on in.”
We took him inside, and she gave me a pull into the kitchen.
“This is bad, Frank.”
“What do you mean, bad?”
“I don’t know, but I can feel it.”
“Better let me talk to him.”
I went back with him, and she brought us some beer, and left us, and pretty soon I got down to cases.