Having run the list past Cora, Mickey and Finn were directed first to the canal worker’s post behind the railway.
"We didn't even ask how much we was to get paid for this?" Mickey sighed, rolling himself a cigarette.
"I think we're being paid with his good graces."
"His good graces won't keep us fed.”
“No. But here’s hoping it gets us closer to the Angel and Tessie. But go ahead to the Tannery if yer want. I can take care of this.”
“Ah, there’d be no fun in that, would there?” Mickey kept walking, though faded away and stopped dead in his tracks.
“What is it?” Finn turned back to see him.
"I heard something yesterday that I haven't told yer about."
"What's that?"
Mickey hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. "I was debating whether to tell yer."
"Tell me."
"I don't know if
