"Sit on that guy again. You did that real good."
Fanetti looked at Scarface Willy. He looked at Heck. He shifted his feet uncomfortably.
"Because I'm getting out of here," Scarface Willy said. "With the dame. I don't like this joint. Dames who throw themselves at you. Dames who don't. People who pop up out of nowheres. A madam who calls herself a sales director. Maybe Red here can straighten me out. Can't you, Red?"
"I won't tell you a thing," Patty told him coldly.
Scarface Willy shrugged. "Not here, you won't. At my place. Are you going to sit on him, Fanetti?"
"N-no," Fanetti said after a while. The word was defiant. The tone was not.
Scarface Willy shrugged again. "I'll remember that, Fanetti. When the time comes. You!" Waving the gun.
"Me?" said Heck.
"Yeah, you. Come with me. We're going downstairs together. You and me and Red here. I'll have the gun in my pocket. You'll escort me to the street. Me and Red."
"You wouldn't dare kill us."