“Yep. They’ve gone over to the club.”
“I want to get into their room,” whispered Hollingsworth.
The boy looked alarmed.
“You can’t do it.”
“Now hold on, Charley. You have a passkey.”
“But I can’t let no one into a room.”
“It’s a fiver for you.”
“I’d be fired.”
“Nobody need know it.”
“It’s too risky.”