“Since you anticipated my invitation may I ask what you want?”
Kells sipped his drink, shrugged. “I came out for a drink of good whiskey,” he said.
He looked around the room. There were two closed doors on his right, a window on his left. In front of him, behind Crotti, there was another large square window — the one he had seen from the outside. He finished his drink, put the glass on the desk.
“I’m looking for a fella named Jack Rose,” he said. “Ever hear of him?”
Crotti nodded.
“Know where he is?”
“No.” Crotti smiled, shook his head.
They were both silent for a minute. Crotti puffed comfortably at his cigar and Kells waited.
Crotti cleared his throat finally, said: “You’ve done very well.”
Kells waited.