"What are you getting for it all?"
"Twenty-five dollars a day and expenses."
"That would make fifty dollars and a little gasoline so far."
"About that."
He put his head on one side and rubbed the back of his little finger along the lower edge of his chin.
"And for that amount of money you're willing to get yourself in dutch with half the law enforcement of this country?"
"I don't like it." I said. "But what hell am I to do? I'm on a case. I'm selling what I have to sell to make a living. What little guts and intelligence the Lord give me and a willingness to get pushed around in order to protect a client. It's against my principles to tell as much as I've told tonight, without consulting General. As for the cover-up, I've been in police business myself, as you know. They come a dime a dozen in any big city. Cops get very large and emphatic when an outsider tries to hide anything, but they do the same things themselves every other day, to oblige their friends or anybody with a little pull. And I'm not through. I'm still on the case. I'd do the same thing again, if I had to."引自 18
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