19
September 14th, 11.10 a.m.
HOGARTY SAID, “Think it’s Raven?”
Jay and he stared down at the battered Goshawk. Two cops who stood in the room watched them with bored eyes. They never had much use for Federal Agents.
Jay shrugged. “It might be.”
“Let’s go over the ground again,” Hogarty said, turning from the bed. “The girl downstairs says that the guy who had this room never went out. Goshawk always took up his meals. No one else in the hotel ever saw him. That points to Raven, don’t it?”
Again Jay shrugged. “Maybe,” he said.
“Then the girl over the way. How does she fit in?”
“Suppose we talk to the kid again?”
They went downstairs, where a round−eyed maid stood waiting. Hogarty jerked his head. “Come inside here, sister, an’ let’s go through with it again. Your name’s Alice Cohen, ain’t it?”