“No.”
“Did you ever talk with him?”
“I’ve never seen him in my life.”
Sellers finished the rest of his drink, put down the empty glass and said, “Come on, Lam.”
“Stick around and talk to me,” Carlton said. “I’m lonesome. Don’t leave.”
I saw instant suspicion flare in Sellers’s eyes.
I shook my head and said, “Not that way, Carlton. This guy’s trying to find out who hired me. If you act as though you want to talk in private, he’ll have you nominated in the first ballot.”
“Who hired you to do what?” Carlton asked.
“That’s what Sellers wants to know.”
Carlton stepped back and squinted his eyes as though trying hard to get me in focus. “Say,” he said, “maybe I want to talk with you, after all.”