They were looking at each other. Frank’s face was expressionless. Then his lips twitched and he blinked several times. It seemed he was about to say something. He clamped his mouth tightly to hold it back. The cords of his throat moved spasmodically as he swallowed the unspoken words.
Kerrigan frowned slightly. “What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing.”
“You look nervous.”
“I’m always nervous,” Frank said.
“Loosen up,” Kerrigan suggested. “Nobody’s chasing you.”
Frank jerked the cigarette up to his mouth and took a quick draw and bit off some shreds of tobacco and spat them out. He looked off to one side. “Why should anybody chase me?”
“No reason at all,” Kerrigan said easily. But inside he felt himself stiffening a little. “That is, unless you’ve done something.”
Frank took a deep breath. He seemed to be staring at nothing. His lips scarcely moved as he said, “Like what?”
“Don’t ask me. I don’t keep tabs on you.”