“I guess that’s right. Smart little snake, isn’t he?” He got up. “I’ve got things to do, Abe. Ask Louis to come here, will you?”
Gollowitz gave him a hard, searching look, but gathered nothing from Maurer’s deadpan expression. He went out.
Maurer began to pace up and down.
After a few minutes Seigel came in.
“You wanted me, boss?”
“Yeah,” Maurer said. “Sit down, Louis.”
Seigel sat down. He looked at Maurer nervously.
“I’ve got a job for you, Louis,” Maurer said softly. “Ferrari’s going out to the Ocean Hotel, Barwood, on Saturday night. You’re going out there too. On his way back, you’re going to run into him. You’re going to take care of him for me.”
Seigel stared at Maurer.
“Ferrari?”