‘That I’l tell you when you’ve decided if you’l do the job, and when you’ve convinced me you have a workable plan,’ Kile said. ‘I can supply you with maps, the man’s photograph and his prison number.
At present he’s working with other convicts on dredging operations at Red River basin, a mile outside the prison. The convicts arrive at the basin in trucks at eight o’clock in the morning and return to the prison at six. While they are at work there are four guards…’
‘Five,’ Eve put in quickly.
Kile frowned.
‘Four or five,’ he said. ‘There are dogs, too.’
Baird shifted lower in his chair. He looked down at his scuffed shoes, his face expressionless.
‘I’ll have to take a look at the territory,’ he said. ‘But it sounds as if it could be done.’
He saw Eve give a little start and nervously clench her hands. Kile hurriedly put down his glass and sat forward.
‘Don’t forget this man may resist,’ he said, his voice unsteady.
Baird looked up sharply.