Mr. Reeves. He said he was going to meet her. I don’t know whether she worked there or was just meeting him there, I just don’t know. He said, “I’ve got to go and meet her.” I would talk to him a few times—he was friendly—he would say, “I’ve got to go and meet a girl.” Whether he has one—he seemed to be sort of a windy guy in talking.
Mr. Hubert. Did that happen once or more than once?
Mr. Reeves. I believe once or twice—I would say probably a couple of times.
Mr. Hubert. Did anybody tell you he just took off and left?
Mr. Reeves. No, sir; nobody didn’t say anything. I just seen him working, because Jack had a lot of boys like that working for him. He had one boy that worked before this time for him, a Jewish-looking boy, a stocky-looking boy. The fact of the business is, Jack and him had a little trouble, and when they were having trouble up in the place, they came down to where I could see him out in front.
Mr. Hubert. Who was having trouble?
Mr. Reeves. This boy—I don’t know his name.
Mr. Hubert. You mean the Jewish-looking boy?
Mr. Reeves. He was a Jewish looking—little short type guy, and Jack—they was having trouble and Jack went up in the club and he came down and I heard the boy say, “I’m going to go get a gun and kill Jack Ruby,” and when Jack come back down, I told Jack, I said, “Go back there and hide somewhere, he’s got a gun and he’s going to kill you,” and Jack raised the turtle shell of his car there in the parking lot and got his gun out and he went up to that whisky store and hit him across the head with it.
Mr. Hubert. What whisky store?