Again there was a long pause. Then Grantham said, “You’re not to tell Mendetta this, it’ll only make him mad, but I think Raven did it.”
Jean sat up. “Why do you say that?”
“One of the patrolmen thought he recognized him going into the girl’s apartment. You know, O’Hara. He keeps an eye on that beat. I slipped him a hundred bucks to keep his mouth shut.”
Jean thought for a moment. “Raven?” she repeated. “I wonder. Does that mean?”
“I don’t know, but he said he’d start something, didn’t he?”
“He said he’d get Tootsie. Listen, what are you going to do if he gets Tootsie?”
“Don’t talk like that,” Grantham said sharply. “He won’t get him. Tootsie’s too big. He’s too well protected.”
“I know, but suppose he does. Raven’s dangerous; he might, you know. What will you do?”
“What the hell can I do? I couldn’t afford to fight him. He’s got quite a big mob, and they’re dangerous. At this time, we can’t afford a gang battle.”
Jean smiled. “You mean you’d let him walk in?”