"On your conscience be it," Gene said with a shrug, already sure that Sam would do his job. He could never stay away from a case anyway, even when he ought to. "You don't have to do much anyway. Cartwright's going in, she's agreed. Befriending some of the party girls. She cleans up nice enough and she looks younger than she is. But it's dicey, so I want to make sure the club's going to cooperate."

Gene looked at Sam. "Make your ex play ball. Not play with your balls. Not asking so much, is it?"