I decided to believe her.
‘All right. I’ll see what I can do.’ I reached for the telephone and dialled a number. After a while a polite voice said, ‘This is Mr. Francon’s residence.’
‘Mr. Francon in? This is Vic Malloy.’
‘Yes, sir. I’ll put you through.’
After more delay, Francon came on the line. ‘Hello, what’s on your mind?’
‘An hour ago, Brandon, with a couple of dicks, picked up a guy named Nick Perelli at his apartment on Jefferson Avenue. They searched the rooms and found a gun. Brandon said it was the gun that had killed Lee Dedrick’s chauffeur. They’ve arrested Perelli for the Dedrick kidnapping. I want you to represent him, Justin. Expense no object, and I want you to get over to Headquarters and look after him. They’re pushing him around and I want it stopped. Will you do it?’
‘Has he anything to do with the kidnapping?’
‘I don’t know. His girl, who ought to know, says he hasn’t. It looks like a frame to me. Brandon couldn’t know the gun was the death gun by just looking at it. He either brought it with him and planted it or he’s guessing.’
‘You can’t say a thing like that!’ Francon’s voice was shocked.
‘Off the record I can. It would be a terrific boost for Brandon if he could crack this case and steal a march on the Feds. I wouldn’t put anything past him.’