“Did you know I was following another car?”
Granquist said: “Sure.”
“That was one of Rose’s cars.” Kells put one foot on the running board, leaned on the door. “It was planted across from Larson’s to smack me down when the cops brought me out.” He hesitated a moment. “That’s what happened to Shep when they were taking him in.”
Borg swallowed, started to speak: “They...”
Granquist said: “Gerry — for God’s sake get in and let’s get out of here.” Her voice was low; she spoke very rapidly. “Please, Gerry, let’s go now — we can make the Border by three o’clock.”
“Sure. In a little while.” Kells was looking at the black and yellow sky.
It began to rain a little.
Borg said: “So what?”
“That car stopped at Ansel’s.” Kells jerked his head back toward Santa Monica Boulevard. “Ansel runs a cheap crap game that’s backed by Rose — I’ve been there. It’s a pretty safe bet that Rose is there, and his carload of rods went back there to report to him.”
Borg said: “Uh huh. So, what?”