“McNulty was in it with him. McNulty was in the outfit downstate. We found out about that last night.”
We rode on for a little while and nobody said anything.
“If the dame sticks to her beef,” Neilan went on, “the scarcer you are, the better. If she doesn’t, Gus’ll stand it. You can’t do yourself any good around here any more anyway.”
Pretty soon we stopped at a little interurban station where I could get a car in to the city.
I had to wait a while. I sat in the station where it was warm, and thought about Bella. After a while the car came.
One, Two, Three
I’d been in Los Angeles waiting for this Healey to show for nearly a week. According to my steer, he’d taken a railroad company in Quebec for somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred and fifty grand on a swarm of juggled options or something. That’s a nice neighborhood.
My information said further that he was headed west and that he dearly loved to play cards. I do, too.
I’ll take three off the top, please.
I missed him by about two hours in Chicago and spent the day going around to all the ticket offices, getting chummy with agents, finally found out Healey had bought a ticket to L A, so I fanned on out there and cooled.