“You won’t find her,” McCann said shortly, as he got to his feet. “I knew how important it was not to lose sight of her, and I’ve been searching for her. She’s vanished. If you ask me, they’ve got her out of town.”
“Seigel will find her,” Maurer said grimly. “He damn well better find her!”
McCann shrugged and moved over to the door.
“Watch yourself, Mr. Maurer. This town’s hotter than a red-hot stove for you, and if one of my men pick you up, there’s nothing I can do for you.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Maurer said curtly. “I can take care of myself.”
Seigel, looking white and shaken, followed McCann out of the room.
Ferrari continued to sit in his armchair. He stroked his bony nose and watched Maurer with alert interest.
“Okay, Ferrari,” Maurer said, softening his tone slightly. “Much obliged for taking care of Weiner. I can handle the girl. You can get back to New York.” He looked over at Gollowitz. “Have you paid him?”
Gollowitz nodded.
“Well, so long, Ferrari. Remember me to Big Joe.”