The other group on the north end erupted in laughter as someone finished astory, no doubt about Rake or some long-ago game. Silo had become very quiet in the presence of the law, and when the moment was right he said, "Well, I need to be going. Call me, Curry, if you hear something about Rake."
"I will."
"See y'all tomorrow," Silo said, standing, stretching,reaching for one last bottle.
"I need a ride," Hubcap said.
"It's that time of the night, huh, Silo?" Mal said."Time for all good thieves to ease out of the gutter."
"I'mlaying off for a few days," Silo said."In honor of Coach Rake."
"How touchin'.I'll just send the night shift boys home then, since you're closin' shop."
"You do that, Mal."
Silo, Hubcap, and Amos Kelso lumbered down the bleachers, the metal steps rattling as they descended.
"He'll be in prison within twelve months," Mal said as they watched them walk along the track behind the end zone. "Make sure your bank is clean, Curry."
"Don't worry."
Neely had heard enough.He stood and said, "I'll be running along too."
"I thought you were coming to dinner," Paul said.
"I'm not hungry now.How about tomorrow night?"
"Mona will be disappointed."
"Tell her to save the leftovers. Good night, Mal, Randy. I'm sure I'll see you soon."