“Not making any headway with her, are you?” Bervick looked behind him. Duval was standing there. He had been there for some time.
Bervick felt sick to his stomach. For a moment he said nothing. Then he asked easily, “What are you doing here?” He was careful to control his voice.
“Just what do you think, Sergeant?” Duval grinned. “I’m just here having some coffee and maybe having Olga later on. I haven’t made up my mind yet.” Duval sat down beside him.
“I thought,” Bervick spoke slowly, “that you weren’t going to see her tonight.”
“I never said I wasn’t. Besides it’s her and my business. She don’t want nothing to do with you anyway.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
“Well, you just go ask her, sucker.” Duval played with the sugar container.
Olga came back from the kitchen. She was frowning. Her light brows almost met.
“What are you doing tonight? Are you going to see this guy?” Bervick asked. Olga flushed and thought a moment. Bervick knew already what she would answer. Olga liked money too well. But, knowing this, he still wanted her.
Olga decided to be angry. “What makes you two think you’re so good you can tell me what to do? I think you’re both conceited. Maybe I ain’t interested in neither of you.”