Ken said, “Mr. Barrett, you’re a sight for sore eyes! Did you bring the police? Never mind what I agreed to pay you. I’m going to double it. That’s right, double it. I was beginning to lose faith in you, but you certainly earned your money. Yes, sir.”
“Shut up,” Five O’Clock growled.
Barrett tugged a pipe out of the pocket of his snowy overcoat and filled the bowl from an oilskin pouch.
“It’s one hell of a night for a ride,” Puggie said, walking to the window and making it transparent with his sleeve.
“We’ll wait. Maybe the snow will let up,” Barrett said. I watched him puffing on his briar contentedly. I figured we had a reprieve as long as the pipe kept going, he was enjoying it so much.
“Who has the pictures?” Ken asked all of us. “I’ll feel better after I burn them. Wait till my w
