The manager picked up the interoffice phone, and said, “Send Louie back up here.”
Lieutenant Kleinsmidt said, “We meet lots of your kind who don’t want to co-operate. We don’t waste much time with them. You’re different. Anything you want, just ask for it. I’ll see that you get it.”
Louie came back in.
Breckenridge said, “Louie, this guy is one of the family. Give him anything he wants. All of his drinks are on the house. As far as you’re concerned, he owns the joint.”
I could see the surprise in Louie’s eyes.
I got up and said, “Thanks. I’ll have a talk with Louie.”
Louie looked past me to Breckenridge. “You mean anything?” he asked.
“Anything in the place,” Breckenridge said.
Louie shifted his eyes to me.
“Come on,” I said. “I want to look at the inside of a slot machine, and I want to find out how they’re fixed.”