He paused, puffed thoughtfully on the pipe. “I’m telling you this because I want you to know I got nothing against you. It’s just my job to see that you don’t leave town.” He sighed again and gazed at the pipe. “I ain’t had any sleep since the night before last, but that’s my job. The sooner you do what Phil wants the sooner I can go home and see my family and get some sleep.”
“It’s a dirty frame, and you know it,” Ramsey said, trying not to think of Sara Colvin’s pale frightened face as she sat in the car between Rafael and Sonny.
“It’s a square deal,” Victor said stubbornly, “according to the way Phil looks at things. You killed Mrs. Carr, but he’s willing to overlook that if you’ll get him Blake Bowen’s money. Dope money. To me, that’s like finding it. It don’t belong to nobody, excep
