Beery said: “A big dinge — used to be in pictures...”
“You know him?”
“A little.”
“Get on the phone and see if you can locate him. He wouldn’t be at his joint this time of day.”
Beery sighed, sat up. “The law’s looking for Rose too, Gerry,” he said. “You’re not going to get anything out of any of these boys.”
Kells half smiled, inclined his head toward the phone. Then he stood up.
“If that son of a bitch got her — which is a long shot” — he looked sideways at Fenner — “he’ll give her everything in the book. I got her into it — and by God! I’ll get her out if I have to turn the rap back on Lee and let the whole play slide.” He turned, went to one of the windows. “And if Rose did get her and lets her have it. I’ll spread his guts from here to Caliente.”
Beery got up and went to the phone. “You’re getting plenty dramatic about a gal you turned up yourself,” he said.
Kells turned from the window and looked at Beery, and his eyes were cold, his mouth was partly open, faintly smiling.
He said: “Right.”