“On what,” the Boss barked.
“On one person judging another according to social-labels. Voss and the others—”
“Who did you say?” Ruthenberg snapped.
“Voss. Professor Peter Voss from the University over in Baltimore section. He's the ring leader.”
Ruthenberg snapped to Fraina, “Get on the phone and send out a pick-up order for him.”
Fraina was on his feet. “What charge, Ben?”
Ben Ruthenberg snorted. “Rape, or something. Get moving, we'll figure out a charge later. The guy's a fruitcake.”
Larry said wearily, “He's evidently gone into hiding. I've been trying to locate him. He managed to slip me some knockout drops and got away yesterday.”
The Boss looked at him in disgust.
Ruthenberg said evenly, “We've had men go into hiding before. Get going, Fraina.”