She whispered, “Gerry — I’m so sorry,” without looking at him.
“Shut up, baby.” He smiled down at her and pushed her hands gently down from her face.
“How’s your leg?”
He said: “Swell.” He patted his leg gingerly with one hand.
She moved her head over against his side. “It happened so damned quick,” she said — “I mean quickly. They pulled up alongside of us and two of them got into the cab and stuck a rod into the driver and me and we came out here. Borg jumped out as soon as he saw them and ran down First Street — the car they came up in went after him...”
Kells said: “He got away — he was waiting for us at the corner below the station. He’s got the hundred and fifteen down at a little hotel on Melrose. That’s where Shep’s taking Crotti’s boys...”
Granquist sighed, whispered: “That’s a lot of money.” Kells shook his head slowly. “That’s the first really illegitimate pass we’ve made — maybe we didn’t deserve it.” He rubbed his forehead hard. “What happened to the cab with our stuff in it?”
“It’s out in the driveway. They sapped the driver — he’s upstairs sleeping it off.”
They were silent a little while and then Kells said: “We forgot to send back the car we rented from the Miramar — remind me to do that as soon as we can.”
“Uh huh.” Granquist’s voice was muffled. Kells got up and went into the kitchen. He tried the back door, but it was locked and there was no key in it. When he came back Crotti had straightened around at the desk, was bent over it reading a paper.