He felt weakness dissolve his arm muscles and dissolve the muscles of his thighs and calves. He was afraid that he was about to suffer a heart attack. He had difficulty breathing. "What—what did he have to say?"
"He wanted me to buy a gun for him."
"What for? What for? What did he want a gun for?"
Norma twisted her hands nervously. "I don't know. He wouldn't say. He's in trouble. I thought maybe we could help him."
"He didn't say anything else?" Bud demanded sharply, feeling the fear fade. "He didn't tell you, he didn't say anything else?"
"No, just that he needed a gun—"
"Where is he now?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know? You don't know? He's trying to get a gun, and you don't know where he is?"
"I—I—"