“How acute of you. I think he has, too. But that’s not what I meant. I meant professionally.”
“Oh, he’s a nice enough guy...”
“Mac!”
“Okay, okay.” He got u.p sullenly, dumping her. “If he’s half as good as his rep―”
“That’s just it. Is he?”
“Is he what? What are we talking about?” He poured himself a drink.
“Is he even half as good?”
“How should I know? You want one?”
“No. I’ve dropped in on him twice and phoned him I don’t know how many times in the past couple of days, and he’s always there. Sitting in his crow’s nest, smoking and scanning the horizon.”
“Land ho. It’s a way of life, Laurel.” Macgowan tossed it off and made a face. “That’s the way these big-shot dicks work sometimes. It’s all up here.”