Chapter 6
"This fuckin' heat is going to kill me," Scarpo said. "Every time we have to get outa' the car, this fuckin' heat comes down on me like a thick, wet blanket."
"You're getting old," Geech said, hands light upon the steering wheel of the Continental. "Maybe you ought to fly back and let me handle this by myself."
For maybe a half mile of highway, Scarpo didn't answer. Then he said, "Maybe you ought to call up north and tell 'em that idea. Me, I think you'd have trouble finding your ass with both hands, and I think you'd screw up the hit if you did stumble across the broads. But maybe the man up north changed his mind about sending me to handle things, and you as a backup. Call him up and ask him."
Geech's lips went thin as he pressed them together. "Just putting you on, Scarpo. Hell, we work good together. Look, man, I'll get out and check the towns, while you keep the motor going and the air conditioning on. Okay?"
Scarpo looked out the window for a while, and Geech said, "What you figure they did with the bread?"
"I don't know,"' Scarpo answered. "The way Mrs. Luther is playing this, she may be too smart to have it with her. Mailed it to herself, maybe; put it in a safety deposit box in any one of these goddamned hillbilly towns we been through. How the hell I know? But I tell you this-we find her and we find out where the money is. I guarantee you she tells us and shows us."
Geech nodded, slowed the car as they came to a town. "I never figured different."