The attendant was utterly terrified. He nodded his head. “Sure… That’s all… Mister… honest, it is.”
Roxy grunted. “Like bashin’ a kid’s money-box,” he said.
Dillon took the attendant by the arm and spun him round. He shoved him into a chair. “Know who I am?” he demanded. “I’m Dillon… the guy the cops are after.”
The boy’s face was blank. “I don’t know you, boss,” he said with a gulp.
“Didn’t you know there’s a big reward out for me?”
The boy shook his head.
“Where’s that paper?” Dillon snarled.
Roxy had already found it and was looking through it. Finally he tossed it down. “Not a word,” he said.
“Didn’t I tell you?” Dillon raved. “It was a frame to skin me.” He pointed furiously to the door. “Get out!” he shouted at Roxy. “Get in the car an’ wait.”
Roxy gave him a quick look, then he went out into the darkness and climbed into the car. As he settled himself he heard a sudden terrified scream. He put his hand on the car door, then hesitated. His hand fell to his side.