“I’m parking here until Pete shows up,” she announced. “Maybe you’re on the square, Slippery, but I don’t trust you.”
“Thanks for your flattering opinion,” the man responded mockingly. “You give me a pain, Sade. I do all the dangerous work, and what do I get? A measly ten per cent.”
“Plus what you stick in your pocket when you’re on a job,” the woman shot back with rising anger. “You’ve been doing pretty well for yourself, Slippery—you and Al. But the boys are getting wise. From now on it may not be so easy. Better play fair with the rest of us—or else.”
“You always did have a wagging tongue,” the man retorted. “Always trying to stir up trouble. Don’t you realize we’ve got to work together or we’ll be jailed separately? Our ranks must be united.”
“Gettin’ sort of jittery, ain’t you?”
“Maybe you haven’t been reading those editorials in the Star.”
“Sure, I read them and get a big laugh. This guy Parker has to blow off steam. Nothing will come of it.”
“The police have visited this place once already.”
“And what did they find? Nothing.”
“That’s no guarantee they won’t try again. I tell you this town is getting too hot for comfort.”