Wild Wives
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"Where does this go?"
"To the lobby of the Saint Francis," I said.
"I never knew this tunnel was here."
"I'm hoping your friends don't know about it either."
As soon as we gained the lavish lobby I took a short breather, reaching for a cigarette. Then I remembered they were still on my desk, and with the girl holding my arm, I headed for the cigar counter. The man in the gray suit was smoking a cigar and leaning against the counter. His leathery face wore a wide grin. He lifted the brim of his hat, pulled it down again.
"Oh, there you are, Miss Weintraub."
"Where's your friend?" I asked pleasantly, hiding my chagrin.
"He's outside waiting in the car, but we aren't taking you along. I'd like to, but it's a private party. Some other time, maybe."
He was cocky, well pleased
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