A girl said, “Judge Hennessey wants you.”
“Put him on the line,” Grantham said. “It’s that old heel Hennessey,” he whispered to Lu.
Hennessey’s voice sounded agitated. “What’s this about Mendetta?” he demanded. “Is it true?”
“Yes, Judge, I guess it’s true all right. He was shot last night.”
“Who did it?”
“We ah want to know that.” Grantham winked at Lu.
“Listen, Grantham, what are you doin’ about it? I want to know where I stand. Who’s goin’ to take over?”
“It’s all right, Judge, Tootsie fixed everything up with me months ago. He was expectin’ trouble. Yeah, he left everythin’ in my hands.”
“In your hands?” Hennessey’s voice sounded doubtful. “Can you carry on?”
“Sure I can carry on. Mendetta left everythin’ straightforward. The thing runs itself now, Judge.”