Faber came in, said hello to Kells and Beery, half nodded to Granquist, sat down. Kells said: “Drink?”
“Sure.”
Kells looked at Granquist and she got up and went into the kitchen, came back with a bottle and a glass and handed them to Faber. He poured himself a drink.
Kells said: “Fenner isn’t your boss any longer — how do you like that?”
Faber glanced at Borg, tipped the glass to his mouth, took it down when it was empty, said: “I like that fine.”
“I want you to go to the Villa Dora out on Harper” — Kells looked up at Borg — “your car’s still here, isn’t it?” Borg said: “Yeah.”
“Take the car,” Kells went on, “and hang on the front of that place until you see three big pigskin keesters go in and find out which apartment they go to. I don’t know who’ll have ’em, but there’ll be three — and they’ll probably come up in a closed Chrysler.”
Faber said: “Uh huh.” He picked up the bottle and poured himself another drink. He looked at Beery, then at the rest of them quickly. “Anybody else?”
Beery nodded; Granquist went out and got another glass.
Kells said: “Call here pronto — but I mean pronto. Spot a phone and call here the minute you connect. We’ll be over right away and pick you up.”