CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“Got you!” Watters lunged from the doorway and scooped Andy into his arms.
“Let go!” Andy struggled, kicking out, and treated Watters to a volley of foul language.
“Good morning, Andrew,” Watters held him tight. “Do you remember me?”
Andy twisted around to see Watters. “Aye, you’re that bluebottle that was asking questions.” His expression altered. “I was gaunnae give you your hat back, mister. Honest!”
“I doubt that, Andy. You can keep it. I have another question for you,” Watters said.
“What’s that?” Andy stopped struggling, with a new light in his eyes. “How much?”
“How much?”
“How much are you going to pay me?” Andy raised his head in an attempt to look innocent.
“That depends on how much you help me.” Watters nodded to MacPherson. “If you give me any both
