He went on staring at me. then he said in a soft, tired voice,"Wallace is the name, mister."
I blew a smoke ring.
"For my job it's has to be Sype."
He sat forward and brought his hands together-strong, hard hands that had done a lot of work in their time. His voice was still soft.
"Haven't seen a dick in a year. What's your story?"
"Guess," I said.