“Thanks,” Vance said quietly as he shook it.
* * * *
“Before we do this, where am I hooking up with you again?”
Vance closed the folder. It held what little was known about who else might have been after the same information Ginna had been sent to steal. He rubbed his forehead, then said, “Ever hear of Danville, Arkansas.”
“Can’t say that I have.”
“It’s about nine hours from here. I’ve got a friend there who’ll put us up.”
“Friend?” Rico looked skeptical.
“Yes, a very old friend. His name’s Walt. He owns a small bar there. He has nothing to do with what we do, but he knows.”
“If you trust him, that’s good enough for me.” When Vance gave him the address, he memorized it. “So, what time are we pulling off this little game?”