“You know you are,” said Patsy, a bit sharply. “Come across with straight goods, now, or you’ll get all that’s coming to you. Are you on?”
“Sure.”
“One word from me will send you up the river.”
“I know that, Garvan,” Flynn grimly admitted. “What is it you want?”
“I want to find Bug Bannon between now and dark. Do you know where to look for him?”
“I might find him for you. What’s up?”
“I’m after a bunch that pulled off a robbery this morning.”
“How does Bannon fit in?”
“He’s in touch with them, and I want to nail them through him.”
“Rats! He wouldn’t tell you,” said Flynn. “He’s no snitch. He wouldn’t squeal if he was in the chair.”