“That’s right.”
Bertha Cool tried the cash drawer to make sure it was locked. It was. “Well, you’ve got another think coming,” she snapped.
I said, “I’ve spent it already.”
“You’ve done what?”
“Spent it already.”
She blinked her eyelids once, then stared steadily. “Where’d you get it?”
“Ashbury.”
“So you went to him direct after getting all that money from me.”
“No. He came to me.”
“How much did you get?”