“I’d better see the D.A.”
He walked along the passage to the D.A.’s office, tapped and pushed open the door.
Forest sat behind his desk, his hands folded on his blotter. He looked up as Conrad came in, lifted his shoulders in a resigned shrug and waved a hand towards Gollowitz who was sitting by the desk, his round swarthy face bland.
“I was just telling the D.A. that I want to see Miss Coleman,” Gollowitz said as Conrad shut the door and came across to the desk.
“Why?” Conrad asked curtly.
“She is being unlawfully detained here, and I happen to be her legal representative: that’s why.”
“Well, well, that’s news,” Conrad said. “Does she know of her extraordinary good fortune? After all, I should have thought you had more important work to do than to bother about a penniless movie extra.”
Gollowitz chuckled.
“As the legal representative of the Norgate Union I take under my care any of its members, and Miss Coleman happens to be a member.”
“Yeah, I should have thought of that,” Conrad said, and glanced over at Forest.