Kells said: “Let’s go.”
“Wait a minute. Let’s have another drink.”
They drank.
Dickinson said: “Listen. Wha’dy’ think happened tonight? Somebody called me up an’ offered me ten grand, cold turkey, to ditch Lee.”
“Ditch him, how?”
“I don’t know. They said all I had to do was gum up the works some way so that the paper wouldn’t come out. They said I’d get five in cash in the mail tomorrow, an’ the rest after the primaries.”
“What did you say?”
“I said, ‘Listen, sister, Lee Fenner’s been a damned good friend to me.’ I said—”
Kells said: “Sister?”
“Yeah. It was a broad.”