“Not much. He moved, you know. Drops in sometimes. I don’t know you, do I?”
“No. But you’re Joe, huh?”
“That’s right.”
“Bill’s moved, and I can’t locate him. I remember he told me once that you handled all his bets, and I figured maybe he still laid a few with you.”
Joe chuckled. “He phones one every day. Regular as clockwork.”
“Know where he hangs out?”
“Can’t say as I do.”
“But you do have a phone number where you can reach him,” suggested Shayne with a grin. “Just in case a broomtail should happen to drop in and whinny a hot tip.
“I might, and I mightn’t. You a friend of his?”
“We’re old pals. I’ve got a deal I could use him on if I knew how to get in touch.”