“He’s dead?” I said sharply.
“Yeah. He was found at Dayden Beach. Your Luger by his side. Guess who killed him?”
“I know,” I said, clenching my fists. “So I’m wanted for three murders now?”
“You sure are,” Davis said, looking smug.
“Too bad,” I said, took a drink and eyed him over. “What else?”
“That’s all the topical news,” he said, reached inside his pocket and took out a five-dollar bill. He tossed it over to me. “Picked that up at the Casino a couple of nights back.”
I turned the note over, held it up to the light. It looked all right to me.
“So what?”
“It’s a dud.”
I stared at the note again. It still looked fine to me.