I don’t know how much of the trash you hear on the streets can be trusted, but the Cobras are said to be enforcers. There’s no question that Chico is a mean little man." "O.K.," I said. "Let’s backtrack a little. Two days ago, I was taking pictures of people going in and coming out of the club." "Why were you doing that?" "Well, at the time, I thought you were involved in the theft of your father’s document. I took the photos to get a notion of the people you were friendly with. I even had the police run makes on the snapshots to see if a real communist spy popped up." "You did that‘?" she said angrily. "Easy, Sarah. I was just doing my job." "Well, it’s a lousy job." She got up from the table and walked into the tiny kitchen. "They knew you were out there," she said after a moment. "Who?" "Les and the Weather people. They hang out at the club sometimes. In the back." "How did they know?" "Les got a phone call in the club house. Someone must have spotted you from the street." "What do Weather people do to dumb detectives who take their pictures?" "They wanted to shoot you.
