name from the past. She’d never met him, but Salter had talked about him. A boy. Someone Salter went to for . . . well, she wasn’t quite sure what he went to him for. But she remembered that he had helped Salter once, maybe twice.
‘Eel-Eye Jack!’ she cried. That was his name.
Salter’s brow creased.
‘Eel-Eye Jack,’ said Moss.
‘I heard you the first time. What about him?’
‘He’s your friend, isn’t he?’
‘Eel-Eye Jack ain’t no friend.’
‘You know what I mean. He helped you didn’t he? Helped you find me when I went to Hampton that winter.’
‘Eel-Eye Jack don’t help people.’
‘Oh, come on, Salter. We can ask him for a bed and a bit of food, just enough for a few days.’
‘No.’
‘What do you mean no?’
‘I mean no pussin way. I mean Eel-Eye Jack ain’t the kind to be askin favours from.’
‘Salter, don’t be ridiculous. We’ll find a way to pay him back.’
‘I’m serious. I ain’t never been in debt to Eel Eye Jack. Done all me business on an equal foot. An’ there’s good reason for that. When he calls in his favours, you don’t know what he’ll ask.’
‘What are you afraid of, Salter?’ Moss could feel the heat rising in her throat. ‘You don’t want to ask for help? Is that it? You take care of yourself, let others take care of themselves. You’d lie and steal rather than ask a friend for help.’
‘That’s not true.’
‘So prove it.’
Silence. She was up close to Salter. Close enough to see the trouble in the brown eyes that were gazing straight into hers.
She blinked. They both stepped back.
Salter kicked the shingle. ‘All right. Have it your way. Just remember, he ain’t my friend. An’ whatever you think, he won’t be no friend to you neither.’
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