“Right, Steve.”
Steve Cronin shoved his hand toward Joe le Blanc, and the other man responded. As they clasped hands, Cronin summarized their alliance.
“You for me, and me for you. That’s the racket, Joe. Get it?”
“You for me,” repeated Le Blanc, “and me for you.”
Steve Cronin arose.
“Time to be getting in to town,” he said. “Got your car here?”
“In the garage, Steve.”
“Big car or a little one?”
“A coupe.”
“Great. I don’t like sedans. Sometimes you have a friend in the back seat of a big car — and sometimes a friend isn’t always a friend.”