"Aw, Chief. The television says there's something going on in the Greensleeves. What's the score?"
Sodaro had no reason not to answer him, but it was his unvarying practice to make a con wait before doing anything the con wanted. He gave Lafon a ten-second stare before he relented.
"The score? Sauer and Flock took over Block O. What about it?"
Much, much about it! But Lafon looked away to hide the eagerness in his eyes. Perhaps, after all, it was not too late....
He suggested humbly: "You look a little sleepy. Do you want some coffee?"
"Coffee?" Sodaro scratched. "You got a cup for me?"
"Certainly! I've got one put aside—swiped it from the messhall—not the one I use myself."
"Um." Sodaro leaned on the cell door. "You know I could toss you in the Greensleeves for stealing from the me
