“Today is Wednesday. Shall we say Friday? I must talk to him. There are certain things I have to tell him.”
“When does she get hit?” Maurer demanded.
“Saturday night. It is a good night. The hotel laundry is delivered on Saturday night.” Ferrari slid out of his chair. “Another useful piece of information I picked up.”
“The laundry? What’s that to do with this business?” Maurer asked blankly.
“It has everything to do with it,” Ferrari returned and walked over to the door. “I’ll be here Saturday morning. Have the flyer for me to talk to.”
He went out and shut the door.
Maurer drew in a long deep breath.
“What do you think, Abe?”
“He’ll do it,” Gollowitz said.
Maurer nodded.