“Yeah. Do you know him?”
“I’ve seen him.”
“Where?”
“Do you want those papers back?”
“Of course I do. What do you mean?”
I stood up.
“Give me until nine o’clock tomorrow,” I said. “I’ll either have them for you or the man who took them. I’m working on something, Bradley. Something I don’t want Brandon mixed up in. You don’t have to report this until the morning, do you?”
“What are you talking about?” Bradley demanded.
“I’ll have the papers or the man by tomorrow morning, if you sit tight and keep your mouth shut,” I said, and made for the door.
“Hey! Come back!” Bradley said, starting to his feet.