GAVARO - Cindy

“I don’t think you’d try to kid us, Lennie,” Meyer said gently, “and we won’t
try to kid you, either. I can’t tell you very much about this, but it can be
very serious, take my word for it !”
“How do you mean, serious ?”
“Well, let’s say there could be a lot more involved here than just a Sullivan
Act violation. Let’s put it that way.”
“You mean, because I was banging Martha when you come in ? Is that what
you mean ?”
“No, not that either. Let’s say there is a very big juicy crime involved here,
maybe. And let’s say you could find yourself right in the middle of it. Okay ?
So level with us from the start, and things may go easier for you.”
“I don’t know what big juicy crime you’re talking about,” Cronin said.
“Well, you think about it a little,” Carella said.
“You mean the gat ? Okay, I ain’t got a permit. Is that what you mean ?”
“Well, that’s not too serious, Lennie,” Meyer said. “No, we’re not thinking
about the pistol.”
“Then what ? You mean like because Martha’s husband ain’t really croaked ?
You mean like because you got us on adultery ?”
“Well, even that isn’t too serious, Lennie, “ Carella said. “That, we can talk
about.”
“Then what ? The junk ?”
“The junk, Lennie ?”
“Yeah, in the room.”
“Heroin, Lennie ?”
“No, no, hey no, nothing big like that ! The mootah, just a few sticks, though.
Just for kicks. That ain’t too serious, now is it ?”
“No, that could be very minor, Lennie. Depending on how much marijuana you
had there in the room.”
“Oh, just a few sticks.”
“Well, then, you’ve got only a possession rap to worry about. You weren’t
planning on selling any of that stuff, were you, Lennie ?”
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