“Half an hour smaff an hour,” Colhurst said with sudden spirit. “They’re licked and they know it.”
“Well I don’t know they know it.”
“If I were you, Colhurst,” Henry Whelan said, “I would sort of fade out of this discussion.”
David checked his rifle and fumbled at his ammunition pouches. “I left my grenades back in the house,” he said.
“Who didn’t?” Henry Whelan asked.
“I didn’t. That’s who didn’t. I didn’t.” Carmen Ruiz was excited and angry. “I got more grenades than Rockefeller’s got dimes. So who gets the credit? Jack’s the boss. Dave’s the second boss. Henry does most of the talking. When he shuts up we hear from Colhurst. Everybody’s got rank or talking privileges but who’s got the God-damn’ grenades? Poor old Carmen.”
“How many grenades have you got, Carmen?” The sergeant was
