Lease to Doomsday
He had briefly brought her up to date on what had happened since she had seen him last, and was at the moment finishing the last of the lasagna he had ordered.
"They're phonies, honey, real phonies," he said. "I'll bet my last buck on that."
She was looking at the last piece of steak on her plate. With an almost defiant gesture she speared it and put it in her mouth.
"Atta girl," he said.
"Mind your own business," she said. "How do you mean they're phonies?"
"I spent all Monday investigating them!"
"A fine way to make a dollar," she said. "What do you care who they are?"
He gave her a knowing smile. "That's my fat-headed girl. Like to visit me in a nice jail, wouldn't you? One with a presti