“You gonna bail me?”
“If you give me what I want.”
“The manager’s a woman—Phoebe I think they said. Foxy—could get—”
“I’m not interested.” Stern kept his voice even with an effort. “How did you give yourself away?”
“I didn’t do nothing. I asked her about a job, and she told me she didn’t have any openings. I did the nice and left, then waited for her to come out. Was following her when I got copped by the brownie.”
“Not the information I was looking for.”
“It could be her.”
Stern could tell by the man’s voice there was more.
“Give it all or you’ll need protection from me.”
“She had heat with her. Not a local lame-ass. A Fed.”
Billy didn’t have to tell him the Fed had made him. Sounded as if half the town had made him. “You just made bail.”
Stern rang off without adding that Bill
