Willy was confused. Downstairs they hadn't behaved this way at all. The other girl was nothing like this. The other girl was all eagerness. It was always that way, though. The good things came tough.
Willy lunged a second time. Patty swung and missed him with the paperweight.
Heck and Fanetti materialized on the desktop. Fanetti was still sitting on Heck.
"Get off me," Heck said.
Fanetti got off, and vaulted off the desk.
"Fanetti, you!" screamed the surprised Scarface Willy.
"Aw, Boss," Fanetti bleated. It seemed he had a passion for calling people boss.
Scarface Willy clawed at the lapel of his custom-tailored suit. He withdrew a snub-nosed wide-bored automatic and made a fanning motion with it around the room. "All right," he said. "All right. Talese's had enough. Talese don't get treated like this. Talese gives protection, see? When Talese gives protection, he wants it to stick. See? You, Fanetti!"
"Yeah, Boss?"