Chapter 13

Frenchy’s lips shut to a thin line and he walked over to a barred window, but came back. “I think she did,” he said quietly. “I accuse her of it, but she just laughed at me. How did you know this, Hartley?” “I didn’t--I just wanted to find out what men she went out with. Chiquita is gone now, Frenchy. Nothing can change that. Our job is to find the man who did it.” “Sure, she’s gone--now,” breathed Frenchy and walked away, his eyes filled with tears. Hashknife looked at Johnny and shook his head. “I’ll see yuh late…