“He said, “Now take it, Mr. Lorin. I already told you. I’ve reconsidered. I don’t think that disclaiming the article would give me enough immunity. They’d wonder why I accepted it.” Dake wearily pocketed the money, stood up. “I guess there’s nothing I can do but look for someone else.” Kelly leaned back in his chair. “Now if you’d come to me with a little better backing. Say with a note from Mig Larner, or somebody like that …” “What made you mention his name?” “I was just using him as an exampl...e. If Mig says you won’t get in trouble, you won’t. He keeps all the right wheels greased, that lad does.” Dake left Kelly’s place. It was after six. He had a long search for a cab. Once he was back in Manhattan he got off at New Times Square. Strange day. Darwin … or what was supposed to be Darwin … dying like that. He felt strange. Almost unreal. It was an odd sensation, as though his side vision were impaired, as though he could only see straight ahead, and everything else was a grayness, a nothingness.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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