Dillon grunted. He glanced at Roxy and jerked his head.
Roxy said, “Listen, Joe. We wantta lie up here for a little while. Can you fix it? You know how it is.”
Joe said, “I’ll get a drink I guess we can talk better with a drink.”
He went out of the room.
Dillon said, “I don’t like that guy.”
Roxy shrugged. “He’s okay. He’ll fix us, you see.”
Joe came back with a bottle and glasses. He put them on the table. The others sat down Myra sat away from them by the window. She glanced out into the dark night from time to time.
When the drinks were fixed, Joe said, “How long?”
“Maybe a couple of weeks, not more,” Roxy said.
“It’ll cost you a grand a week ” Joe said, sniffing at his whisky.