‘Go out there and find out,’ Joe said. ‘I bet they’re cooking up something.’
I had an idea they were, too. So long as the floor of the valley lay in the moonlight, I could understand them not showing themselves, but, once the light had shifted, they would probably make a rush.
Mary came in with cups of coffee. Joe laced his from a pint flask he hauled out of his pocket
‘Anyone want rum?’ he asked, waving the flask.
Mac helped himself, handed the flask to me, but I shook my head.
‘Just coffee for me.’
‘Fancy your chances getting out of here?’ Joe asked as he sucked up the rum and coffee noisily.
‘I don’t see why not.’
‘Shut up, Joe,’ Mac said curtly. ‘You’re creating despair and depression. No one would miss you if you were shot.’
‘That’s a lie!’ Joe said hotly. ‘My old mother would.’ He got to his feet to cross the room for another cup of coffee. ‘I’ve a flock of judies too. They’d all miss me.’