Karnes looked absently at the thin line of smoke wiggling from Lansberg's cigarette.
He and Lansberg had been in and out of the New York office in record time.
Karnes found he was listening to Lansberg with only half an ear.
Lansberg stuck a cigarette into his mouth and talked around it as he lit it.
"Somewhere in the Village, nickels to knotholes," Lansberg guessed as he turned to follow.
