"You'd make me beat it. Or you'd call them."
"I will—if you don't tell me."
He smiled. "I guess you kind of got me."
"What did you do?"
"It was a meeting. Call it a board of directors meeting and you'd be close. We—"
"Board of directors of what?" The questions came quickly, unbidden almost, to Jeanne-Marie's lips. She felt suddenly very quick-minded and very capable.
"Well, call it a syndicate."
"The national syndicate of crime? Is that what you mean? Are you one of the directors?"
He nodded slowly and said admiringly, "Baby, you're not only beautiful, you've got a mind like a trip-hammer."
"Go on."