She stepped back, lowering the gun.
“Is that all?”
“Isn’t it enough? If it hadn’t been for me, the Lieutenant would still be thinking Johnny did it. I saved Johnny.”
“Do you imagine that was worth five hundred dollars?”
Sweeting licked his lips.
“That depends on you,” he said cautiously. “Johnny’s your brother. I saved his life.”
She looked at him indisgust.
“Are they still looking for him?”
“I don’t know. I do know Adams is looking for Yarde. He has gone to the Washington Hotel. He thinks he’ll find him there.”
To his relief she moved away from him.