‘An hour ago.’ She glanced over her shoulder to look at the clock. ‘An hour and five minutes to be exact.’
‘The Feds?’
She shook her head.
‘A smooth, well-dressed fatty and a couple of hard-faced dicks. There were two bulls outside with the car.’
‘Was it Brandon? Short, fat, white-haired?’
‘That makes him Brandon. Who’s he?’
‘Captain of Police.’
She drew on her cigarette, examined her nails and frowned.
‘I didn’t know police captains made arrests.’
‘They do when there’s a lot of money hanging to the pinch, and a lot of juicy publicity as well. Besides, Brandon would want to get in front of the Feds.’