“You mean she wasn’t in the scheme to get the money?”
He spoke to me now like Jerry of Astor Street days, I was always slower of wit than he and he was used to telling me obvious things as he did now. “Of course she was after the money, Steve.” He stopped a moment and then said, “But not that way.”
“What way?”
“By the ‘bump off’; she wasn’t up to it. That was shoved on her, Steve; and she’s sore.”
“At whom?”
He tapped his chest. “Our friend. Sit down, Steve.”
I sat on the chair; he on the bed.
“He’s traveling fast, Steve.”
“Who?”