‘I’ve been hunting al over for you,’ Rico said, hurriedly splashing whisky into a glass. ‘Where’ve you been?’
‘Out of town.’
‘Olin’s stil looking for you,’ Rico said, remembering with an anxious pang that Baird was a wanted man. ‘Maybe you shouldn’t have come here.’
Baird made an impatient gesture.
‘You don’t have to get steamed up. I’ve seen Olin.’
Rico stiffened.
‘You mean you’ve talked to him? When?’
‘Gimme that drink, can’t you?’ Baird snarled. ‘I’ve been at headquarters al the goddamn afternoon.’
Rico put the whisky on the desk by Baird’s hand and sat down.
‘What happened?’