“I know the joint,” he said. “Okay, I’ll get the stuff.”
I started the engine. Then I had another idea.
“Gimme your telephone number,” I said.
He gave it to me.
“I may run into trouble,” I said, eyeing him. “I might not get back. If that happened, would
you do something for me?”
He got it all right.
“Sure, I’ll look after her. Do you want to tell where she is?”
I had to trust someone. I thought I could trust him.
“Cudco Key,” I said.