Vessi’s eyes opened. “Sure,” he said. “I guess we’ll expand.”
“Don’t rush it,” Dillon warned him. “If you come in on this there’s goin’ to be a lotta grief for someone… Maybe it’ll be you an’ me. If you want the dough, I guess you gotta earn it, so it’s up to you.”
McGowan said, “What are you goin’ to do?”
The door opened and Hurst walked in. The four men swung round, blinking at him. Even Dillon was startled.
Hurst stood there, a heavy frown on his face and his lips twitching with rage. “What’s going on here?” he demanded harshly. “Get these guys out of here, I want to talk to you.”
Vessi and McGowan hastily scrambled to their feet. They slid past Hurst as if they expected he was going to land them one.
Roxy sat where he was. He didn’t look at Hurst.
Dillon pushed back his chair and drummed his fingers on the desk top. He stared at Hurst with blank eyes.
Hurst said, “Get this other guy out.” He jerked his head at Roxy.
Dillon shook his head. He won’t be in the way.