Donelly made a noise with his lips. He sucked in air with them almost pressed together. He stood staring down at me.
“Listen, Ourney,” he said slowly, “I’ll give you a break. It would mean a lot to me to grab the Malendez stuff and get it back to New York. Lentz would see that I got a shove up the line. You know this town. You know Duquesne. You just admitted you know this cemetery. You’re a cool guy. You don’t have to work on a shoestring and get rid of the stuff right away. That makes you hard to get. You worked smoothly— you were in stir when Cherulli did the job. You came out just at the right time. Come through— and I’ll let you jump the country. I’ll put it on Steiner.”
I lighted another pill. “That’s another nice speech,” I said. “But it doesn’t mean a thing. If you had anything o
