Borg climbed back into the car and they went on up Franklin to La Brea and down La Brea to Fountain. At the corner of Fountain and Harper they parked under a big pepper tree.
Kells turned around and spoke to Granquist: “You take the car — you can drive it, can’t you? — and go down to the Ambassador and wait for us.” He reached into his pocket, fished out a key. “Go up to my room and pack all the stuff that isn’t already packed. Call up the Santa Fe and tell ’em to send the reservations there. If we get everything cleaned up tonight we’ll drive down to San Bernardino and lay low tomorrow and get the Chief out of there tomorrow night.”
Kells and Borg got out of the car and Granquist climbed over into the front seat. She said, “Be careful,” without looking at Kells. She shifted gears and let the clutch in a little way and the car moved ahead.
Kells said: “Beery’ll be calling in a little while. Tell him to come up to the hotel as soon as he can.”
Granquist nodded without turning and the car moved ahead swiftly.
Kells and Borg crossed to the west side of Harper and walked slowly up toward Sunset Boulevard. Kells’ limp was pronounced.
Borg asked: “How is it?” He bobbed his head at Kells’ leg.
“All right.”
They went slowly and without speaking up Harper, and a little way below the Villa Dora, Faber stuck his head out of Borg’s car. They went over to it and Kells got into the tonneau and sat down; Borg stood outside, leaned on the front door.
Faber said: “Nothing yet.”