Lockard flushed. "Chance! Everybody rates a chance but me. Can't you
see, I am giving you a chance. Get me somebody to follow my pattern,
and I promise you Ortiz won't talk."
Gorman slipped the plastic shells from his face and rubbed the pale
watery eyes underneath. "But how can I get you a man to do ... the
thing you want done? I have no connections like that."
"I'm sure you can make the right connections. Take your time about it,
though; I'm in no hurry. I'm planning to adhere to this locale for a
while."
"How about this man you want ... put out of the way?" Gorman suggested
hopefully. "How can you be sure he won't leave?"