The Kraut was obviously a nutter. Spike looked at him incredulously, then at the envelope. He waited till the bartender put down his drink and left. Then he pulled the thick envelope toward him and opened the flap. He ran a thumb over the edge of the stack, eyes widening. Hundred dollar bills. A thick wad of them. He looked skeptically at his host.
"You're hiring me? As a debt collector?" Okay. He was off his nut, but Spike wasn't going to argue with a good payday. He smiled and slipped the envelope discreetly into his pocket. "Alright boss, you got yourself a collector. But if there's a catch, you better tell me now."