"I'm not telling you anything until you agree to help me." Money didn't look impressed.
"Do you think I got this rich by agreeing to stupid demands like that?" he demanded, voice calm except for a tremor floating somewhere around the edges. Benji heard it and swallowed, rolled his shoulders and sat up straighter in his chair.
"She's your sister, if she's worth so little to you then you're obviously not the perfect fraternal figure she makes you out to be." Money whipped a gun out of his belt before Benji even had time to blink, taking aim directly between Benji's eyes. There was a small click, the safety. One twitch of Money's finger and this was all over... He'd managed a grand total of 3 minutes and 42 seconds before getting killed, that had to be some sort of record.
Money's arm shook for a moment, and then he lowered it.
"Okay, I'll help... What have you done?"
"It's more what she's done... I've always been on the right side of the law, remember?" Money clenched his teeth, Benji decided to stop pushing his luck, right now.
"She killed someone, the wrong someone... to be precise, Harry Delmar's son James. The body is in his hotel room, the place is littered with evidence leading to Holiday..."
Money looked disgusted.
"So you want me to get rid of the body? I don't generally stoop down to that sort of work."
"No... it's too late, the cops are already there." Money swore under his breath.
"So what is it you want?"
"She's already in Mexico... so we've bought time, but we need to get her off the wanted list... make evidence disappear maybe... and then get rid of the mob guys who want to get her as well..."
Money roughly shoved the gun into his belt again, turning away and lacing his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes and was silent for a long moment.