Kells shook his head. They walked together to the end of the wharf.
Kells asked: “You know Jack Rose when you see him?”
“Sure.”
“When did you see him last?”
Bernie tipped his cap back, scratched his nose. “Night before last,” he said, “when you and him went out to the Joanna.”
“If you were wanted for murder in LA and wanted to get out of the country for a while how would you do it?”
“I don’t know.” Bernie spat into the black water alongside the wharf. “I suppose I’d make a pass at Mexico.”
“If you were going by car you wouldn’t be coming through Pedro.”
“No.”
“But if you were going by boat?”