The door shut out the light, and for a moment, Leon could only hear the other man. He tried to follow Thomas’s progress through the room, but he walked lightly. When the lamp flared to life, he was surprised to find himself looking at Thomas, and Thomas gazing back.
“The sheriff will be giving me the money tomorrow morning. I do have five hundred in cash, though, if you want to take it now.”
He didn’t want to think about the money, not just yet. That was too real, too definitive, and he had enough going through his head already. “How’s Susie?” he asked instead. “Did you see her?”
“No, I didn’t. But the official story is that I shot him in self-defense, so you don’t have to worry about that following you around.”