“Malossini wasn’t going to spend the ready for two men who weren’t even on his payroll to stay in a nice hotel. Not when he planned for me to do them in as soon as we found the treasure.” He met my eye. “I’d have done it. I got to talking with them on the flight to Rio, and they were nice enough blokes, queer as Dick’s hatband, but okay for all that.”
“Say again?”
“Oh, they were queer, make no mistake. Not that it made a bit of difference to me. They were good company to share a flight with. But I’d have gotten rid of them without blinking an eye. It was just part of the job, d’you see?”
“I do see.” We asked so much of our men. I decided to let him continue on at his own pace.
“He…the one called Ricky had the strangest eyes, snake’s eyes, they had vertical pupils…Contact lenses, I reckon. That was the first time I’d seen that; he usually wore sunglasses, even on cloudy days, even indoors. Claimed his eyes were sensitive to sunlight.”