Duffy took a swig, rolling the liquor round his mouth before swallowing. Then he grunted a little. “Yeah,” he said, “it’s fierce.”
Ross took the bottle from him and raised it to his lips. Duffy watched his Adam’s apple jump in his fat throat. Ross put the bottle on the table, wiped his wet mouth on the back of his hand, and hitched his chair forward a little. “Now, what’s the business?”
Duffy lit a cigarette and rolled another across the table to Ross. “You still got that old Buick around?” he asked.
Ross’s little eyes opened a trifle. “You mean the armoured one?”
“That’s it.”
Ross nodded. “Sure I’ve got it.”
“Does she run?”
Ross grinned’. “Does she run? Listen, all my cans run. That bus’s as good as new.”
Duffy said, “I want to rent her for a bit.”
Ross shrugged. “That’s okay,” he said simply. “Why not have my Packard? Now that’s a swell job.”