Ken hung up and stood hesitating, wondering what he had best do. The chances were Adams was down by the waterfront, supervising operations there.
Ken knew he had to get off the streets. He had promised Johnny to see his sister, and Johnny had said he would be safe there. He decided to go to Maddox Court right away. From there he might be able to get into touch with Adams.
He called police headquarters again.
The desk sergeant sounded impatient.
“I don’t know when he’ll be in. Do you want to leave a message?”
Ken thought for a moment.
“Yes. Tell him the man who stayed at his apartment is now at 45 Maddox Court. He’ll know all about it.”
“Okay,” the sergeant said indifferently, and he hung up.
As Ken came out of the drug store, the white-coated clerk said, “What’s all the shooting about?”
“I don’t know,” Ken said, without pausing.