“Not a bit. Fatty!”
“Does he spell his name with an e or an i?”
“Both,” Cuff said. “Tim, where’s the flip? Oh, you got it ready, huh? Well, good lubrication, pal.”
Gallegher finished his egg flip and went to work on the flip, which was identical except for the name. What now?
“About Fatty,” he hazarded.
“Yeah?”
“How’s everything going?”
“I never answer questions,” Cuff said, abruptly sobering. He looked sharply at Gallegher. “You one of the bovs? I don’t know you.”
“Pittsburgh. They told me to come to the club when I got in town.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Cuff said. “Oh, well. It doesn’t matter. I just cleaned up some loose ends, and I’m celebrating. Through with your flip? Tun! Gin!”