True to his name, he was whistling something, but I couldn't place the tune. Perhaps it wasn't a tune. He finished loading his ill-gotten gains into that iron bedroom and closed the door.
"You won't draw any interest on it that way, Eddie," I said as I stepped into his office.
Eddie grabbed his heart, "Jesus, Randolph! You scared the hell out of me!"
"It helps keep your blood flowing."
"If you want to make a bet, Randolph, go see one of my employees."
"I've already made a bet, Eddie. I'm betting you have the information that I need."
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
That’s Jake with the smartarse comment!