“Never?”
“No, he gets his cut from Birch. He did.”
“How do you know that?”
“Birch told me.”
“How did you get in it?”
“Birch. He propositioned me about two years ago, and I gave it a run. Three or four months later there was some trouble with a guy over in Brooklyn, and Birch fixed it for me to meet a lawyer at the garage to get a steer on it, and the lawyer was Horan. That was the first time I saw him. Since then I’ve seen him — I don’t know, maybe twenty times.”
“Always at the garage?”
“Yeah, always. I never met him anywhere but there, but I’ve talked with him on the phone.”
“Have you got anything in Horan’s handwriting? Anything he ever sent you or gave you?”
“No.”