“Around the Loop.”
“Any chance to make her?”
“The crew’s signed on.”
“I’m sorry to see you go.” Martin couldn’t stop the hurt in his voice.
“I ain’t goin’,” said Rio, not looking at him. He left the room without further explanation and Martin went to sleep.
It was Saturday afternoon and the office force at the Employment Station had gone home. Roberts alone remained. He was writing when he heard someone come in. He did not look up.
“My name’s Rio.”
The adviser threw down his pencil.
“I remember you,” he said, regarding the man in front of him with intense annoyance, “I might add—unfortunately. I have no desire to see you. I have not seen your friend.”