“You came down figgerin’ about us?”
Fyles smiled at the man’s intense quickness.
“I always need to think of the folks where my work lies.”
“So you thought of us?”
There was no escape. And Fyles made no further attempt.
“Why, yes. You see there’s things doing here one way and another. There’s all sorts of stories make our headquarters.”
“’Bout liquor?”
The Wolf laughed outright. And his laugh was without offence and good to hear.
“Yes, and other things.”
“Sure. Sinclair.”