“Ha, ha.” A hollow chuckle. “Zingy traced it. Through the valet. It’s Lanerd’s. Matter of fact it was hangin’ up in his closet when this Schneider looks for it.”
“So they think it’s open and shut?”
“There were bloodstains on the coat, Chief. Jeeze, what more you want?”
“I don’t know, Tim.” I didn’t. “Fran, maybe. She in?”
“I let her off until midnight. She was on eighteen hours yesterday.”
“Yair. ’S right. Any info about T.M.?”
“Hacklin’s had word from her agent. He put her on board Lanerd’s yacht where she’ll be safe from this Gowriss until she has to testify before the Grand Jury tomorrow. Still, the reporters won’t be able to pester her.”
“‘Once aboard the lugger and the girl is mine.’”
“Huh?”
“A quote of no significance, Tim.”