“He’s alone.”
“Describe the bathroom, please.”
“It’s like any other bathroom. It’s on the second floor. There’s one very small window with a bar. There’s a shower, a cupboard, a tub and a toilet.”
“Has the shower curtains?”
“You’re wasting your time, Ferrari. Don’t kid yourself. You couldn’t get into the bathroom. A mouse couldn’t get in without being seen. We’ve really got this setup organized.”
Ferrari wrinkled his upper lip into a sneer.
“I can get in. I’ve cased the joint already. There’s nothing to it. I walked around the joint this morning.”
“You’re lying!” O’Brien said, shaken.
“Think so? Okay, I’m lying.” Ferrari ran his bony finger down the length of his nose. “Before Weiner takes a tub is the bathroom searched?”
“Of course it is.”