Noolen thought, then he said, “Two grand each and a safe job when I’m in the saddle.”
Kemerinski picked his nose thoughtfully. “You goin’ to run Carlos’s racket?” he said to Noolen.
Noolen shook his head. “I’ve got a racket that’s a lot better than that. You leave all that to me.”
Kemerinski looked at Schaife. “Two grand ain’t an awful lot, but I’d like to smack that mob if I could get away with it.”
Schaife said, “Make it three.”
Noolen shook his head. “Can’t do,” he said briefly. “Two’s ample.”
There was a moment’s silence, then the squint-eyed Alex said, “That’s okay with me.” The others hesitated, then agreed. Fenner blew out his cheeks. “So far so good,” he thought.
“We shall want a boat,” he said. “Any of you guys got a motor-boat?”
Kemerinski said he had.
Fenner nodded. “There’s a spot just north of Key Largo, called Black Caesar’s Rock. That’s where Carlos keeps his boats. That’s where Thayler makes the exchange and takes the Chinks for the rest of the ride. I guess we might go out an’ look that burg over.”