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pale, but she obeyed.
    Jane took the key and made two turns along the hallway to find the room. She approached the door carefully and quietly, then put her ear to the door and listened. If someone was waiting inside for the girl to return, there should be some sound—footsteps, a creak of a bed—but she heard nothing. Maybe the girl’s luck was better than it seemed. Jane pushed the key into the lock quietly, waited for a few seconds, then swung the door open.
    There were two men sitting at the table by the window. Jane called, “Maid service, excuse me,” and pulled the door shut. Jane slipped to the side of the door, put her back to the wall, and waited. If they didn’t make a rush for her in the next ten seconds, she would be okay. If they did, she would try to land a kick and a jab and then dash for the staircase.
    As she waited, she studied the image her mind had retained of the two men at the table. One had been big, dark-haired, and thirtyish. He’d had his coat off and his tie loosened. The other had been much smaller, wearing suspenders over his white shirt. What had they been doing? Of course. Cards. There had been a deck of cards on the table, and each had been holding a hand with a lot of cards in it—too many to be anything but rummy. What else had been on the table? Nothing. There had been no guns where she could see them, no money, no pad for keeping score.
    Jane’s sense of pace told her that enough time had elapsed, and she began to walk away from the door. There were several ways through this, and she just had to choose the right one. Waiting for them to leave seemed to be a bad idea. She could tell a bellman she was having trouble with her key and bring him back to open the door, then profess shock that someone was in her—Anita’s—room. But she couldn’t be sure this time that the men would feign embarrassment, put on their coats, and hurry to get out of sight. Now that she knew this had something to do with the death of Bernie Lupus, the stakes were much, much higher. They might very well kill her and the bellman, pile the bodies in the closet, and sit down again to wait for the girl.
    Jane knew that the sensible course of action was to godownstairs, hand in the key, and explain to Rita that nothing she could have left was worth dying for. She did not dismiss the possibility of lying—telling the girl she had retrieved her things and taken them to the car before she had come back for her. Jane had never hesitated to lie to runners when their lives depended on their being kept docile and obedient. All she would have to do is let a bit more time elapse to make the story credible, then get the girl into the car and onto the Thruway. Jane could get her two hundred miles from here before she had to tell her that her belongings weren’t in the trunk.
    As Jane walked toward the stairwell, she felt a slight twinge. She wasn’t sure she should leave the two men behind without finding out anything about them. Since the ones who had searched Bernie Lupus’s house three nights ago had worked for Frank Delfina, this pair probably did too. Jane had no way to be sure of even that, and she wasn’t certain whether it mattered. What did matter was finding out what they knew, so she could go about making their information obsolete.
    Men who planned to hang around a hotel waiting for a girl to show up couldn’t have arrived expecting to camp out in her room. They couldn’t know in advance whether they could get in. They would have needed to rent a room for themselves on the same hallway, so they would know when she arrived. Without a room, they would have no plausible reason for being on this hallway at all.
    As she walked, she found herself eliminating rooms that she passed. Three had PLEASE MAKE UP room signs hanging from their doorknobs. She sensed that men here to kidnap somebody would want privacy, not maid service. As she went on she heard voices behind one door and a television set behind another.