“Actually I was reporting to Rita, Hawk was along to help keep me from getting shot. Rita didn’t mind. I knew she wouldn’t. Hawk fascinated her. Among other things he was male, which gave him a running start on fascinating Rita.
“I think I want a raise,” I said.
“And you don’t want to take it out in trade?” Rita said.
“Perhaps my associate,” I said.
Hawk smiled serenely.
“You think?” Rita said.
“One never knows,” Hawk said. “Do one.”
“Keep me in mind,” Rita said, and to me, “Why do you need a raise?”
“Wear and tear on my brain,” I said. “Every time I turn over a rock, there’s three more rocks.”
“I’ll help you,” Rita said. “Tell me about it.”
She sat back in her big leather swivel chair and crossed her admirable legs and listened, while I told her about it.
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