She gave a hard little smile.
‘That’s fine,’ she said. ‘If you can’t make him talk, perhaps I can.’
‘We’ll both try. Has Nick any friends? Anyone big and tough who’d help me handle Betillo?
He’ll need a lot of handling.’
Myra shook her head.
‘Nick doesn’t make friends easily. We haven’t long been here. I’ll help you.’
‘No. This isn’t the kind of outing you take a girl on. Never mind. I’ll get hold of Mike
Finnegan. He’s always ready for trouble.’
‘I’m doing it,’ Myra said. I’m a little tired of sitting here, doing nothing. I can handle a gun. I have more incentive than your friend; a lot more incentive. Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.’
I studied her, decided to take a chance.