“I don’t know yet. I closed up shop when I left Miami. I may light here in New Orleans for a while.”
“That’s fine,” said the chief warmly. “Things are just about the same. Come out to the house tonight for dinner.”
“Not tonight, thanks. I’m going to be busy. Thought maybe you could help me out a little, John.”
“Sure. Anything, Mike.”
“If a stranger in the Quarter wanted to pick up a few bindles, who would he see?” Shayne asked.
“You mean—?”
“I mean, who’s running the dope racket in the Quarter?”
“That’s a hell of a question to ask me.”
“Who else would I ask?”
“Unofficially?”