"For what?"
The receptionist stared at him in surprise. "For the procurement staff, naturally. Shall I tell Miss Laara you're here?"
"No. I'll go right in, thanks."
And Heck went to the door, and opened it.
"... ten percent of the price received for all material procured by you," Miss Laara, her blonde hair in an upsweep and harlequin glasses perched on her pretty nose, was saying.
She looked up. "Oh, hi. Hi, Heck."
Heck grunted, sat down in the one empty chair. The second visitor's chair in the room was well-filled by the enormous bulk of one of the hoodlum types being interviewed for the procurement staff. "Gee, lady," he said. "I dunno. Ten percent ain't so hot. If we was to sell to a fence we could figure on maybe thirty percent of the value of the merchandise."
"Sure, but working with a fence is catch as catch can. I guarantee you a steady market. Besides, you will also be guaranteed a capture-proof method of procurement. I already explained that to you."
"Prohibition was never like this," said the thug.