Parr's body was trembling and he threw out a tentative wave of thought probing for the Oholo, afraid that she might come silently, knowing his approximate daytime location. He began to talk rapidly, explaining.
It was D-Day minus seven.
After fifteen minutes, he was satisfied that Hickle understood the instructions.
"There was a plain bundle this morning?"
"Yes, sir. I wondered about that."
"Get it."
Hickle got it.
Parr opened it. "Pay roll money, trucker money. Give the truckers their money when they give you their bills. I'm going to trust you, Hickle."
Hickle gulped. "Yes, sir."
Parr began to stuff money into his wallet.