Dillon just stood there hating him with his eyes. Strawn clenched his fists. “Answer me, will you? By heck! You get snotty with me, you goddam bohunk, an’ I’ll tear your guts out an’ beat you to death with ’em!”
Dillon said, “I get you.”
Strawn looked Myra over. “Well, sister, an’ who’re you?” he asked, eyeing her thoughtfully.
“I’m his wife,” Myra said quietly. She put a lot of personality into her look.
Strawn shook his head. “This ain’t no place for a kid like you to be in. You better get out an’ go home. You’ll lose a lotta time goin’ round with a bum like this.” He jerked his head at Dillon. “Forget him, an’, go home to your Ma.”
Myra lowered her eyes. She thought, “The big dumb-mouthed bastard.
Strawn shrugged. “Okay, watch yourselves, you three.” He stepped outside the door and pulled it shut. He said in a low voice to the other dick, “We’ll watch that Gurney, he’s a bad guy.”
Roxy held his hand up for silence. They sat there staring at the door, listening. It was only when they heard them go downstairs that they relaxed.
Dillon said evenly, “Some day I’ll fix that heel. By God! He’s got it comin’ to him!”