They passed two cars going the other way. Kells, looking back, saw one of them stop and start to turn around. Then they went around a curve and he couldn’t see the car any more.
He glanced at the speedometer. “You’ll have to do a little better. I think there’s a fast one on our tail now.”
She said: “The curves...”
“I know, baby — you’re doing beautifully. Only a little faster.” He smiled.
Granquist asked: “How’s the cough?”
“Swell — I can’t feel it any more.” He patted his chest. “I feel a lot better.”
She braced herself and used the brake hard as they went around a sharp curve.
“There’s a pint of Bourbon in the side pocket. We got it from Jake back at the trick speakeasy...”
Kells said: “My God! Why didn’t you tell me about it before?” He reached for the bottle.
“I forgot—”