“He won’t do anything either,” Green said. “We’ve got a plane to catch, don’t we, Lucky?” There was an edge in his voice.
Symington was silent for several moments. He obviously didn’t like quitting while he was losing, but at least a portion of his mind realized the value of what Green was trying to do. “Yeah,” he said at last. “I won’t do anything. I’ve got to save my strength for Vegas.”
“See?” Green said to Connors. “Just put that away and the whole thing’s forgotten.”
Hawker suddenly had to lean harder against the door as someone outside tried to push it open. When the strength alone failed, there was a pounding and a voice called, “Military Police. Open up in there.”
Green looked at Connors. “Well?”
Connors looked slowly around the room at the other three men, snorted and folded
