“Louis? Janey here.”
“Oh — hello: what do you want?”
The casual indifference in his voice sent a stab into Janey’s heart.
“You don’t sound very pleased to hear my voice,” she said plaintively.
“I’m busy. What’s on your mind?”
“He’s gone away for two or three days,” Janey said. “I’m on my own. I thought you would be interested.”
There was a long pause. She could almost hear Seigel thinking.
“That’s fine,” he said suddenly, but his voice still remained curt. “Well, come on over.”
“You mean to the club?”
“Sure. Come on over. I’ll buy you a dinner.”