“Dumb?” Dillon snarled. “Why…” he broke off, spluttering.
Joe looked concerned. “If I thought you guys wanted a paper, I’d’ve brought it.”
Dillon nearly struck him. He clenched and unclenched his fists. “Listen, you bohunk,” he said at last. “We gotta have a radio up here, see? I gotta know what’s goin’ on. I’ll go nuts in this dump if I don’t get some information through.”
Joe nodded. “Sure, I’ll bring one up when I get round again.”
Dillon said, “You’ll bring one up right away.”
Roxy hastily said, “Well, come on, Joe, what’s been happening?”
Joe looked glum again. “The Feds have been in to see me. They’ve been everywhere. They found the car you ditched not far from my place…. I guess that was a smart thing to do.”
Dillon demanded, “Do they know you’ve got this dump up here?”
Joe shook his head. “Nope,” he said. “I guess they don’t. Look here, Mister, it ain’t goin’ to be good for me or my folks if they catch you here.”
“What the hell do you think I’m payin’ you a thousand bucks for?” Dillon snarled.