“You’re looking mighty pert this morning.”
“Feeling like a million dollars,” I assured her. “You’re looking like a movie star. Bertha in?”
She nodded. “She wants to see you.”
I said, “I’ll be there in case anyone wants me.”
I went on into Bertha’s private office.
Bertha shot me a look from her glittering little eyes, then whirled around in the swivel chair. The chair squeaked in protest as she motioned me to the client’s chair in the corner of the room.
“Kick the door shut, lover.”
I closed the door.
“How are we coming? What have you done about getting a cut of that eighty thousand bucks, Donald?”
I said, “How about the suitcase?”