Kells smiled as if he meant it, said: “Come on.”
“We wouldn’t get out there till daylight in my boat. Maybe I can borrow the Comet — I’ll go see.”
Bernie went out, came back in a few minutes shaking his head.
“He wants fifty dollars till ten in the morning,” he said. “That’s too damn much.”
Kells took a sheaf of bills out of his pocket, peeled off two.
“Give him whatever he wants out of this,” he said. “And does he want a deposit?”
“No.” Bernie started for the door. “He keeps my boat for security.”
Kells and Borg followed him out, across the wharf, across a rickety foot bridge and down to a wide float.
Bernie gave the man who was waiting there one of the bills, said: “I’ll pick up the change when I come back.”
The man asked: “Don’t you want me to come along?”