Kerrigan nodded.
“You sure?” Mooney’s voice quivered just a little. “You absolutely sure?”
“I got it all summed up,” Kerrigan said. “It checks.”
“You have proof?”
“I know what I need to know. That’s enough.” He looked down at his hands. His fingers were distended, bent stiffly, like claws.
Mooney said, “We got some hundred proof on the table. I’ll fix you a double shot.”
“No,” Kerrigan said. “I don’t want that. All I want is to see him walking in here.”
“Now look, Bill—”
But Kerrigan wasn’t looking or listening. He wasn’t feeling the urgent grip that Mooney put on his arms. He spoke in a choked whisper, saying, “Gonna wait here for him. He’ll show. And when he does—”
“Bill, for God’s sake!”