“It does run into expense,” Malone said.
“And time, and hiring guys to do the killing, and then they goof up, too,” Manelli said. “It’s terrible. Some guys have even been killed without they made any mistakes at all. Just by accident, sort of.”
“Well,” Malone said carefully, “you can depend on the government to do everything in its power to straighten things out.”
Manelli frowned. “You mean that, Mr. Malone?”
“Of course I do,” Malone said honestly. He hadn’t, he reminded himself, promised to help Manelli. He had only promised to straighten things out. And he could figure out what that might mean later, when he had the time.
“All I say is, it’s funny,” Manelli said. “It’s crazy.”
“That’s the way it is,” Malone said.
Manelli looked at him narrowly. “Mr. Malone,” he said at last, “maybe you mean it at that. Maybe you do.”
“Sure I do,” Malone said. “After all, the government is supposed to help its citizens.”
Manelli shook his head. “Mr. Malone,” he said, “you can call me Cesare. Everybody does.”