Kells could see her reflected indistinctly in one of the mirrors of the wide double door. He and O’Donnell were out of her line of vision.
Rose said: “Nothing, honey.” He tipped the bottle, poured a drink.
“Is Lou here yet?” She raised her voice above the sound of water running in the tub.
“No.”
The blonde woman closed the door. O’Donnell sat up and took out a handkerchief and held it over his nose.
Kells said: “Now...”
Rose shook his head slowly. “I’ve got about a hundred an’ ten.”
Kells rubbed the corner of one of his eyes with his middle finger. He said: “All right, Jakie. I want you to call the shop, and I want you to say ‘Hello, Frank?’ — and if it isn’t Frank I want you to wait till Frank comes to the phone, and then I want you to say ‘Bring three thousand dollars over to the hotel right away.’ Then I want you to hang up.”
Rose picked up the glass and drank. “There isn’t more than four hundred dollars at the store,” he said. “It’s all down on the Joanna — for the opening.”
Kells looked at him thoughtfully for a little while. “All right. Get your hat.”