‘My-what?’
‘Pass-key, and make it snappy. It’s worth fifty dollars, cash on the nail.’
The small eyes blinked.
‘Fifty bucks?’ he said wistfully.
I spread five tens on the counter. If this spending jag kept up, I’d be ruined in a few more days.
He eyed the notes, licked his lips, scratched the side of his nose.
‘I could get slung out,’ he said, lowering his voice. ‘I can’t do it.’
I laid two more fives on the counter, bent over them and breathed on them gently.
‘That’s the limit,’ I said, and smiled at him. ‘Your pass-key for ten minutes.’
‘Where do you want to go?’