“This is Malloy,” I told him. “Sorry to wake you up, Tim, but I’m pretty sure I can identify the guy who rubbed out Eudora Drew.”
“You can?” Mifflin’s voice brightened. “Say, that’s fine. Who is he?”
“Benny Dwan. And get this, Tim. He works for Salzer. If you go out to the sanatorium right now you might lay your hooks into him.”
There was a long, heavy silence. I waited, grinning, imagining Mifflin’s expression.
“Salzer?” he said at last. His voice sounded as if he had a mouth full of hot potatoes.
“That’s right. Brandon’s little pal.”
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yeah. Anyway, I’ll identify him for you, and so will Paula. We’d be glad to.”
“You will?” Indecision and agony crept into his voice.
“Sure. Of course, Salzer may be annoyed, but apart from Brandon, who cares about Salzer?”