Olga said, “No dough?”
Duffy nodded. “That’s right. No dough.” She was silent for a minute.
“And then….?”
“Morgan’s got big ideas. He thinks he’s the only big shot round here. He told me to lay off the big dough with a few compliments on the side.”
Olga took her hands away and began to pull off her gloves.
“I expected it, didn’t you?” she said. “Does this dough mean anything to you?”
Duffy said, “How do you mean, anything?”
“High-pressure bastards like Morgan can’t imagine you’re serious. You’ve got to have a reputation as a killer to get away with a proposition that you’ve put up.”
Duffy said, “For God’s sake, what can I do?”
She leant forward, touched the spring on the dashboard, and took out the Colt automatic.