“See? By that light. That’s the joint.”
As the car went past, Dillon looked the house over. Bright lights gleamed in most of the windows. It was big.
Dillon said, “Seems like there’s goin’ to be plenty of company.”
Roxy didn’t say anything. He was scared.
“Okay Stop her over the way. We’ll go an’ look at the place.”
Roxy ran the car into the shadows and turned off the engine. Dillon opened the door and got on to the street, looking cautiously up and down. The street was empty. Roxy came and stood at his elbow.
“You stay here,” Dillon said to Myra. “Get in the drivin’-seat an’ wait till we come. You gotta be ready to get goin’ quick.”
Myra got out of the car and climbed into the driving-seat. She sat there, hunched up over the wheel, silent.
Dillon leant into the car, his face quite close to hers. “Watch yourself, sister,” he said softly. “You try to pull a quick one on me an’ you’re goin’ to have a bad time… get it?”
“It’ll be all right,” she said.