Pete stared at him for a long moment, then leaned forward and spat on the floor.
II
Van Roche was waiting as Conrad entered his office. “Did you get him?” Van Roche asked.
“I’ve got him,” Conrad said, and walked over to his desk and sat down. “He’s up on the tenth floor with a couple of guards taking care of him. What are you looking so excited about?”
“Abe Gollowitz is talking to the D.A. He’s got a writ for Miss Coleman’s release.”
Conrad stiffened.
“You kidding?”
Van Roche shook his head.
“He blew in about ten minutes ago. The D.A.’s stalling him until you got back. He’s demanding to see Miss Coleman.”
Conrad got to his feet.