Shane asked: “What kind of a rod did you give Del Corey?”
Kenny opened his eyes wide, grinned. He leaned heavily forward, then back, stretched luxuriously.
“I didn’t give him any — the louse stole it.”
Shane waited.
Kenny was suddenly serious. He said: “What the hell you talking about?”
Shane said: “Charley Rigas was killed tonight with a .38 Smith & Wesson automatic — the safety was knocked off, an’ the number on the barrel started with four six six two.
Kenny stood up suddenly, unsteadily.
Shane said: “I thought you might like to know.” He turned and started towards the door.
Kenny said: “Wait a minute.”
Shane stopped in the doorway, turned.