Borg asked: “How’re chances of renting a car?” The man rubbed his eyes, climbed out and stood between Kells and Borg. He said: “Sure. I got a Buick an’ I got a Chrysler.”
“Are either of them closed?” Kells leaned on Granquist’s shoulder, winked at Borg meaninglessly. The man said: “Yeah — the Buick.”
He went toward a Car five down the line from the one he had been sleeping in.
Kells said: “That’ll do. How much deposit do you want?”
“You want a driver?”
“No.” Borg opened one rear door of the car and helped Granquist in.
The man said: “No deposit if you live here. It’s two an’ a quarter an hour.”
“Maybe we’ll be out all night — you’d better take this.” Kells gave the man two bills, got in through the front door carefully. He put his leg out straight under the dashboard.
Borg went around to the other side and squeezed in behind the wheel. He pressed the starter and the man reached in and pulled the choke and the engine roared; Borg scowled at the man and pushed the choke back in. They swung in a wide circle out through the archway into the sunlight.
Kells turned and spoke sharply to Granquist: “Lie down on the seat.”