He had been smiling much of the way from New York, because Walter Brackler had been tricked. Digger wanted to go to Belton. He could never have told Brackler that, because it would have spoiled the purity of the moment. But Digger’s girl friend, Koko, was in Pennsylvania visiting relatives, and Digger thought it would be nice to hook up with her for a couple of days someplace other than Las Vegas, where they shared a condominium apartment. A glance at his speedometer gave Digger another smile. It wasn’t 397 miles to Belton. It was only 391. Digger decided he would be sure to report this to Brackler. If one of Brackler’s henchmen had driven out here and billed the company for a 397-mile trip, that was six extra miles. On a round trip, twelve. At twenty cents a mile, that would mean he had beaten the company out of two dollars and forty cents. Digger didn’t like people cheating on their expenses because it left that much less for him when it was time for him to cheat on his expenses.
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