Benny gave himself a long drink of Scotch. He shook his head. “You don’t think she’s mixed up in this, do you?”
Jay was already on to Henry. “Mendetta’s been bumped,” he said. “I’ve just been into his apartment. We’ve got the exclusive story. Even the cops don’t know yet. Can you get this story on the street right away?”
Henry got very excited. “Let’s have it,” he said.
Jay sat down. In short, crisp sentences he fired off the discovery of finding Mendetta’s and Jean’s bodies.
“What the hell were you doin’ up there?” Henry snapped.
“I’ll fix that end,” Jay told him. “You get that on the street in ten minutes and you’ll beat the whole gang to it. I’ve got to tell the cops.”
“When you’re through come on back. I’ve got to see what Poison’s got to say about this.”
“To hell with Poison. This is the story of my life. If Poison’s going to put a soft pedal on it I’m quittin’,” and Jay hung up.
He turned to Benny. “Listen, pal, this is where you’ve got to be a big help. We’re goin’ down to get the porter to open Mendetta’s door. It wouldn’t look too good if they found out that I’ve broken in. Come on, we’ve gotta work fast.”
Protesting feebly, Benny followed him downstairs.