“The D.A.’s got her,” Seigel said. “We can’t get at her. That’s the one place we can’t get into.”
Gollowitz struggled to control his rage and fear. He realized he wasn’t behaving as the boss. Maurer wouldn’t act this way; yelling, swearing and raving. He would have a plan ready to rectify the mistake. He pulled himself together with an effort and walked unsteadily to an arm-chair and sat down.
“If she saw Jack at that Arnot woman’s house, we’re finished.” he said, as if talking to himself. “Everything will go. The organization will be wiped out. But did she see anything? Can we afford to gamble on what she saw or didn’t see?”
“Of course we can’t,” Seigel said. “We’ve got to stop her talking. Maybe McCann can handle it for us.”
Gollowitz grimaced.
“McCann? He only thinks of himself. No. We’ve got to handle this ourselves. Where is she exactly, do you know?”
“They took her to the D.A.’s office. She’s somewhere in the building.”
Gollowitz thought for a long moment. Then he looked up sharply.
“You said Gleb was killed. What happened to Weiner?”
Seigel shrugged.