She poured out the whisky, slowly handed him the glass. She said: “You’re a funny guy, ain’t you, Rene? I told you I could find out where Shakkey is.”
He said: “Sure, you told me, but I wanted to know from Travis.”
She shrugged her shoulders. She said: “Well, I’d like to know how the hell he’s gonna find out.”
Berg said: “I wouldn’t know. I reckon he thinks it might be a good idea to get crackin’ and find out. I don’t think he liked the idea a lot anyway.”
Her lips broke into a wicked smile. She said quietly: “So he didn’t like it and you talked to him, eh, Rene?” She breathed a little more quickly. She said: “Say, what did you do to him, kid?”
Berg said: “Nothing much. I spoilt the shape of that nice mouth of his.” Then as an afterthought: “I reckon I’ve had enough of Travis. I recko
