“Is she full?”
“Yeah. Take you a couple of hundred miles, if you ain’t stopped before then.” Goshawk sniggered.
Raven sat down on the bed. “Well, I guess I’ll settle up with you,” he said. He took out a small roll from his side pocket that he had specially prepared for Goshawk. “Let’s see, I’ve paid for the car and for a month’s rent. I’ll make you a present of that. Then I guess you’ll want a little consideration for keepin’ your trap shut, won’t you?”
Goshawk rubbed his hands. “They’re offering five grand for information that’ll lead to your arrest.”
Raven stiffened. “Five grand?” he repeated, staring at Goshawk.
“That’s right. A nice slice of change, ain’t it?”
Raven almost laughed. The fool had signed his own death warrant. No matter how much Raven gave him now, he’d squeal as soon as he could get to the cops. Five grand was too much money to pass up.
Raven got off the bed. “If I give you the same, you’ll be happy, won’t you?”
Goshawk’s little eyes glittered. “Sure,” he said. “That’s fair enough.”
Raven took another roll out of his pocket. “You’ll find five grand here, I think. Count it.” He put the roll into Goshawk’s trembling hands and wandered away to the window. He lifted the blind a trifle and glanced over at Marie’s room. He could see her moving about the room hurriedly. He guessed she was packing. Time was getting on. He glanced over at Goshawk, who sat on the bed counting the notes.