"All right. Here's your favor. Five grand."
Gabby shrugged. "He can't do it."
"One grand. He's got to have a thousand bucks stashed somewhere. Everybody's got a thousand bucks."
"I don't. Do you?"
"I will if three-names don't want his letter to go to the cops."
"All right," Gabby said. She held out her hand. "Now may I have the letter, please?"
"Are you kidding, sister?"
"I can't pay you until tomorrow. Won't you trust me?"
"No."
"But you want me to trust you."