Mendetta’s face twitched, but he didn’t say anything. Jean got suddenly to her feet and ran into the bedroom, shutting the door violently behind her.
Raven shrugged. “She thinks I’m goin’ to look after her. You don’t have to worry about that. I don’t trust her, an’ I wouldn’t want anythin’ you’ve had your hands on. No, I guess she’ll be sorry for what she’s done.”
Mendetta said in a whisper, “You want this territory, don’t you, Raven? Well, you can have it; I’m through.”
Raven nodded. “Yeah, you’re through all right.”
“Listen, let me get out of town. I’ll sign it all over to you. You wouldn’t want to kill me if I gave it all over to you?”
Raven shook his head. “I don’t want to kill anyone. Why should I?”
Mendetta searched the cold face to try to find some comfort for himself there. He could read nothing in the cold, blank eyes. “I’ll sign anythin’,” he said eagerly. “What do you want?”
Raven pointed to a pad of paper on the table. “Just write saying that you’re giving me your share of the Club. That’s all I’ll need. Grantham won’t make any trouble.”
Mendetta hesitated. “I can go if I do that?” he said. “You’ll let me leave the town?”
Raven looked at him. “Why should I want to stop you?” he asked.