He stared at me. “You ain’t murdering me,” he said, showing his teeth. “I know I’m good.”
“To me you’re just a tough egg from Detroit, but not tough enough to stay in Detroit.”
He was sliding across the room, his great fist set to belt me, when the door opened and Killeano and Flaggerty came in.
Bat paused, dropped his hand to his side.
“Hi. boss,” he said to Killeano.
Killeano ignored him. He stood at the foot of the bed, looked at me.
“Hullo,” I said, stubbing out my cigarette.
Flaggerty stood by the door. His face was set.
“Where’s the Wonderly girl?” Killeano snapped.
“How do I know?” I said. “Think I carry her around in my pocket?”