Fanquist leant over the table towards Dillon. “I bet you know some hot spots in this town,” she said.
From where he sat Dillon could look down the neck of her dress. He lifted his eyes and gave his hard stare. Fanquist suddenly felt a little cold. She sat back hurriedly.
Dillon said, “We thought maybe we might see some of em. We’ve just blown in.”
Roxy said, “That guy over there’s Hurst.”
They looked across at a table in the middle of the room. A big blond man was drinking by himself. He wore his neat dark suit well. There was an air of money and importance about him.
Dillon said, “Who’s Hurst?”
Fanquist laughed. “You do say things!” she said. “That guy’s tops just now. He runs most of the big rackets round here.”
“That so?” Dillon looked Hurst over again. “A big shot, huh?”
Roxy nodded. “Yeah, he’s a big shot all right.”
Myra said, “Maybe you know him?”