Her voice broke again. I didn’t speak. Her voice was hard when she started again. Hard and steadier.
“We had to leave Herb and make a getaway. You had some of the mob down below. They tailed us. We split, in the hotel— Carrie had the small stones. I got out the back way, and I could hear the lead pounding, two blocks off. Goddam you, Ourney—”
“Steady,” I said as her voice started to shrill. “You’re messing things up. I wasn’t in on that—”
“Don’t crawl!” she shrilled. “You got the little stuff— hogging it all—”
“Christenson got it,” I said. “His mob finished Carrie. He came to me, tried to plant the stuff. He sent in two d***s to get it on me. It didn’t work. He figured like you— that I had the big stuff.”
She laughed hysterically. She was rocking a little, beside me. The gun muzzle wa
