Whitewell completely ignored her. He said to me, “I suppose you’d also resort to a little blackmail?”
“About what?”
“Threatening to tell Philip unless you get the sort of settlement you want.”
I said, “I’m reporting to Bertha Cool. She runs the agency any way she wants to. I don’t have anything to say about that. However, if you’re going to play ostrich and try sticking your head in the sand, you might remember that the police here in Las Vegas are going to be mildly interested.”
“What business is it of theirs?”
“You forget the murder.”
“You mean this mess is all going to come out in connection with the murder?”
“It might.”
He frowned at me, and said, “By the time I unscramble that enigmatic ‘remark, young man, I suppose I’ll find a hook in it. That has all the earmarks of being the opening gun in a campaign of shakedown.”
I lit a cigarette.