Baird was right behind him: the big Colt steady in his hand.
‘Get your hands up,’ Baird said softly. ‘One false move’ll be your last.’
MacAdam raised his hands.
‘What’s the trouble?’ he asked. ‘I was just going in there…’
‘Shut up!’ Baird said. ‘You don’t fool me. You’ve been tailing me since we left town.’
‘You’re crazy!’ MacAdam said. ‘Now look…’
‘Get over to my car and snap it up!’ Baird said, moving forward.
MacAdam backed towards the Packard.
Rico came hurrying out of the café. He stopped short when he saw MacAdam and his knees wilted.
‘Come on! Come on!’ Baird said sharply. ‘Frisk him. He’ll be carrying a gun.’