Page 9 (1/2)

“Cash or charge?” Dallas asked him

“Put it on the Cee Bar account,” Quint told her

Her head snapped up, her look one of disbelief Before she could say a word, the big ruffly, “The Cee Bar doesn’t have an account here”

“Since when?” Quint asked in cool challenge

The big ered over to the counter, his bulk forcing Dallas to the side “Since it got closed,” theQuint’s tone

Quint didn’t hesitate “In that case, I’ll pay cash” He pulled a wallet from of his hip pocket “You do take cash, don’t you?”

Clearly annoyed, the ?”

She seemed to deliberately avoid any eye contact with Quint as she read off his request

When she finished the runted and turned his narrowed eyes on Quint “There’s nobody here to load it for you Coet you fixed up”

“No proble an outward calm, Quint flipped open his wallet and said to Dallas, “How much do I owe you?”

For a long tick of seconds, his question was e the hard stare the man directed at him Instead he kept his attention centered on the sheaf of bills in his wallet

Finally thea cold look at Dallas and snapped, “Take his money an’ show him

where it’s at” Off he stalked to the desk area

Her face was an expressionless ister, took his e and a printed receipt Not once during the entire transaction did she aze

“This way” Dallas seeh clenched teeth as she pivoted sharply toward the warehouse door