‘The lad working on the chopper there. About your size, wouldn’t you say?’ ‘I wouldn’t know,’ Schaffer said. ‘And if you’ve got in mind what I think you have in mind, then I don’t want to know, either.’ Smith drew the shutters, crossed to the door and switched on the overhead light. ‘You got any better ideas?’ ‘Give me time,’ he complained. ‘I can’t give you what we haven’t got. Take your jacket off and keep your Luger lined up on that door. I’ll be back in a minute.’
