There wasnt anything remotely military in his bearing. “It sounds good to me, Colonel. What is the job?”
He clicked his too regular teeth thoughtfully. “Hardly anything at all, m’boy, hardly anything at all. Just want you to keep a list for me.”
He seemed to think this a complete explanation. “What kind of list, Colonel?”
“Why, list of the people that come in here steady. Especially the ones don’t seem to buy anything, just talk to your boss. Names if you know em, but that aint real important, and a sort of rough description. Like five foot nine, blue eyes, dark hair, busted nose, scar on right eyebrow. And so on. Nothing real detailed. And a list of deliveries.”
Was I tempted? I don’t really know. “I’m sorry, Colonel. I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
“Not even for that scholarship and say, a hundred dollars in real money?”
I shook my head.
“They’s no harm in it, boy. Likely nothing’ll come of it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Two hundred? I’m not talking about yankee slugs, but good CSA bills, each with a picture of President Jimmy right slapdash on the middle of it.”