“Let me know as soon as they pick up Weiner.”
“I will, sir.”
Conrad took the elevator to the tenth floor. Jackson and Norris sat on straightbacked chairs either side of a door at the far end of the passage. Both of them nursed Thompson guns. Conrad was leaving nothing to chance. He realized Frances could be a vitally important witness, and Maurer’s mob would stop at nothing to silence her.
“Any news yet?” he asked Jackson.
“Doc’s just gone, sir. All quiet here.”
Conrad rapped on the door which was opened by Madge.
“I was just going to call you. Doc, says you can talk to her now.”
“How is she?”
“A bit jumpy. I don’t wonder at it. She’s had a bad time.”
“Yes.”