“You haven’t got me there yet,” I reminded him.
Killeano told Flaggerty to get on with it.
“You met Herrick at the Casino?” Flaggerty demanded, after he’d choked down his rage.
“That’s right.”
“He told you to get out of town?”
“He advised me to get out of town,” I corrected him.
“Then what did you say?”
“I said I’d stick around.”
“You told him to go to hell, and you said if he didn’t keep his snout out of your business you’d fix him.”
“Moonshine,” I said.