Myra raised her eyebrows. “What she want to do that for?” she asked.
“You know how it is. I guess we got along all right, but we just didn’t think much of each other. She ran into some bird who’d got a lotta dough, and she joined up with him.”
Myra said, “Who’s the bird?”
Roxy shook his head. “She didn’t tell me that,” he said, stretching his legs out and looking at his feet. “Went off kind of mysteriously. Didn’t even leave an address. She just said she’d found some guy who was goin’ to stake her for a good time, and off she went.”
Outside they heard the front door click, and Dillon walked in. He stood in the doorway looking at Roxy, a little startled. Roxy put his glass on the table and stood up. “Hello, Bud,” he said. “I guess it’s good to see you.”
Dillon came over and shook hands. He didn’t look at Myra. “For the love of Mike,” he said, “this is a surprise.”
Myra said, “Where’ve you been? I’m starvin’.”
Dillon looked at her. “Yeah,” he said, “I guess I’ve dealt you a raw hand. I got held up by Hurst just as I was leavin’, and that guy jawed until right now. I’d’ve given you a buzz, only you know how he is.”
Myra relaxed a little. “I was gettin’ the jitters. I thought maybe you had been in a fight.”
Dillon grinned. “I don’t get into fights,” he said. “This was just business.”