Grantham paced up and down the room. “We’ve got to find out, Lu. This is serious. Suppose Jean talked?”
“She won’t talk.”
“She might about Raven. If Raven gets pinched, where should we be?”
Lu considered this. “Maybe you’re right. Say, isn’t O’Hara on that beat?”
“I don’t know. Is he?”
Lu turned to the door. “I’ll go down there and see. If he is I’ll tip him to go up and investigate. What the hell are we payin’ that guy two hundred bucks a month for if he can’t do a little thing like that?”
Grantham looked relieved. “That’s an idea. Get after him right away.” Lu left the room at a run.
12
June 6th, 1.10 a.m.
SADIE HAD just fallen into a light doze when a sound outside her apartment made her sit up, wide awake again.