Webber and Finch were in crisis. The partnership was less than three months old but had already suffered setback after setback. They really had believed that they had what it would take to get on in the strong-arm collections game, but everything seemed to be going wrong.
“I just don’t get it,” Harry Finch said. “It all made so much sense when I thought up the plan.”
“I don’t know, Harry,” five-foot-one Will Webber replied, equally puzzled by the chain of events.
“I didn’t drop out of the third grade to end up like this,” Harry reflected aloud. “You’d think with my brains and your brawn it would’ave been a piece of cake.”