‘I know. I’ve seen them. Now look, Tim, Perelli happens to be a friend of mine. He didn’t kidnap Dedrick. It’s not his line.’
Mifflin groaned.
‘Gimme a butt. I’ve smoked all mine.’
I gave him a cigarette and lit it for him.
‘Do you think he’s the kidnapper?’
‘I don’t know. Maybe, but probably not. Was it you who sent Francon down?’
‘Yeah. Did he get in?’
‘Can you imagine anyone keeping him out? He got in, all right. I reckon he saved Perelli’s life. They were certainly working over him.’
‘Was it a tip?’
Mifflin nodded.