“Some.”
“How much?”
“Six or seven hundred. I don’t know exactly.”
“Better get it,” I said.
“Oh, it’s all right. Tell me, Donald, why did you come up here?”
“I’m trying to get some stuff on Crumweather.”
“Why?”
“So when he puts the screws on you, I can put the screws on him.”
“Think you can do it?”
“I don’t know. He’s pretty sharp.”