Sally Englander called from the kitchen of the small flat: “Will Jase be staying for supper?”
Englander stared at Ramsey, who shook his head. “Not today, Sally,” Englander said, looking at Ramsey gratefully.
“Listen,” Ramsey lied, “I’ve been lucky as all get out the last couple of months.”
“You old pro!” grinned Englander.
“So I’ve got a few hundred [p 12] credits just burning a hole in my pocket,” Ramsey went on. “How’s about taking them?”
“But I haven’t the slightest idea when I could pay back.”
“I didn’t say anything about paying me back.”
“I couldn’t accept charity, Jase.”
“O.K. Pay me back when you get a chance. There are plenty of hyper-space jobs waiting for us all over the galaxy, you know that.”
“Yeah, all we have to do is get off Irwadi and go after them. But the Irwadians are keeping us right here.”