“As for you, well, I can’t promise anything other than, if you’re honest, you won’t be aware of your own dying, and you’ll have saved your wife in the process. Are we clear?” Lenny was now sobbing loudly. Steiger reached out and slapped him hard across the side of the head. “I said, are we clear?” “Yes,” said Lenny. “We’re clear.” “Good. I have only two questions for you. What did the Jew named Perlman tell you, and who else knows?”
