“Right behind you.”
Mooney slowed to a stop. He started to turn his head.
“Keep moving,” Kerrigan said.
“Listen, Bill—”
“No,” Kerrigan cut in. “You can’t stall now. You’re taking me to your room.”
“I only want to say—”
“You’ll say it later. Keep moving.”
Mooney walked on. Kerrigan followed him and they went halfway down the alley and arrived at a two-story shack that had no doorstep and no glass in the front windows. Mooney went up to the door and then he stopped again and started to move his head to get a look at Kerrigan.
“Inside,” Kerrigan said.
“Bill, you’ve known me all your life.”