They walked some way, Myra between the two men. Her mind was busy as she stumbled along the dirt road, not seeing where she was going. Dillon had got her money; without that she couldn’t leave him. The Feds wouldn’t stop until they got Dillon. Especially a guy like Strawn, who was just laying for him. Somehow or other she had got to get the money away from Dillon and get out quick, before anything happened. The Feds hadn’t the same ideas as the cops when handling a woman.
“That’s it,” Roxy said suddenly.
Just ahead of them they could see the outline of a building. One solitary light gleamed through the window.
They hastened their lagging steps. Roxy said, “We’ll go in the back, quiet.”
They left the road and worked their way to the back of the building. It was so dark Myra kept stumbling, but the two men didn’t offer to help her. She gritted her teeth furiously. She was on her own against these two, but she wasn’t scared. She had plenty of confidence in herself.
Roxy rapped on the door with his knuckles. Alter a short wait, the door opened A tall, thin form of a man peered at them.
“That you, Joe?” Roxy said. “Gee! Joe, it’s nice to see you. These are a couple of friends of mine…. Can we come in?”
The man stood aside Sure,” he said, without enthusiasm, “come on in.”
They entered a small, poorly furnished room, lit by an oil lamp. Roxy said, “This is Joe Chester, the guy I told you about.
Joe had a thin skull-like face, and his big yellow teeth stuck out, giving him a foxy look. He glanced at the three furtively, rubbing his hands on the seat of his trousers. “I guess I’m glad to know you,” he said.