“What happens next?” I said. “You stay here until Monday morning, and then you go back to Margrave. Then I guess they’ll let you go.”
“What was the deal on Friday?” I said again.
“How do you know that stuff?” Finlay asked me.
“Over-the-counter banking,” he said. “You know, cash, checks, loans, personal customers.”
I gazed back at him. Six o’clock. Bus time.
I saw him fall back to thinking. He thought a long time. I could see him deflate as he struggled with the problems that wouldn’t go away. I could see his panic come and go like a tide.