said Elmore. “I watched the boat the whole way over there.” Some of the recent lines of strain had eased from Elmore’s face. His pale eyes were timidly jubilant. Bo Calhoun signaled to Moody Winchester for another drink and lit a cigarette. “You better be damn sure.” “I’m sure, Bo. I’m positive.” The evening was young at Sal’s Roadhouse. The regular customers were drifting in. Hank Williams blared from the jukebox. A breeze gusted in whenever the door opened. “How did you happen to see the boat?” Bo regarded Elmore closely through drifting smoke. “I figured where they’d dock. Not too many places you could dock a boat the size of that one. Had to be the mouth of the canal. They come to my place, tried to scare me. Didn’t do them no good. When they left, I went by the back roads. I know them roads, Bo. That’s why I been such a good distributor for you.
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