Start using your head, Rico. We’ve got to take action fast if we’re going to beat this rap. He’s seen the car. We can’t get that window fixed before the cops descend on us. If they don’t find the body we can cook up some yarn, but if they do, we’re sunk!’
Rico turned cold.
‘You got me into this!’ he wailed. ‘I told you I wouldn’t stand for murder! Damn you! Let me get out of here! I’m not going to be caught with you!’
Baird swung his arm. The back of his hand caught Rico across his nose and mouth, stunning him.
‘Shut up, you squealer!’ Baird exclaimed. ‘We’re both in this! You try and walk out on me, and I’ll put a slug into you!’
Rico wilted. He lay back, his hands over his face.
‘Maybe we can tel them the car was stolen from the park,’ Baird said. ‘If you and me can fix an alibi…’
‘That shamus saw us,’ Rico said, fear steadying his nerves and let ing his rat-shrewd brain function.
‘You’ve fixed me this time, damn you! There’s no way out of it! Olin’s been waiting for something like this to break.’
‘Take it easy,’ Baird said coldly. ‘Maybe they won’t find her. We’l get back to the club and find out what’s been going on. Until we know who’s been talking we can’t do a thing.’