Borg said: “Beery’s talked.”
“No.” Kells shook his head slowly. “No. I don’t think so.
Granquist put down her glass. “Don’t be a sap, Gerry,” she said — “he has.”
Kells leaned across the table and slapped her very sharply across the mouth.
She stared at him out of wide, startled eyes and put her hands up to her face, slowly. Kells looked at her mouth, and his face was very white, his eyes were almost closed.
Borg was sitting up very straight.
Kells’ hand was lying palm-up on the table. Granquist put out one hand slowly and touched his and then she said, “I’m sorry,” very softly.
Kells shook his head sharply, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and looked down at the table. He said: “I’m sorry too, baby.” He patted the back of her hand.
He stood up and leaned against the back of the booth, stared a long minute at Jake and the driver.
The driver looked up from his plate, said: “Ain’t we goin’ on to San Berdoo?”