“I tell you how it is. I left Katz. And that paper, the one I wrote up for Mrs. Papadakis, was still in the files, see? And on account of being a friend of yours and all that, I knew you wouldn’t want nothing like that laying around. So I took it. I thought maybe you would like to get it back.”
“You mean that hop dream she called a confession?”
“That’s it. Of course, I know there wasn’t anything to it, but I thought you might like to get it back.”
“How much do you want for it?”
“Well, how much would you pay?”
“Oh, I don’t know. As you say, there’s nothing to it, but I might give a hundred for it. Sure. I’d pay that.”
“I was thinking it was worth more.”
“Yeah?”
“I figured on twenty-five grand.”
“Are you crazy?”