Dallas nodded.
‘What’s left of him,’ he said, and looked down at his skinned knuckles. ‘He tried to get tough with me, so I had to quieten him.’
‘You know we’ve picked up Kile?’
‘Yeah. I saw you pick him up. Gillis tipped you. I was right behind him when he put the call through to you. I’ve been on his tail al the evening. Lucky for his sister I was.’
The phone rang.
Olin snatched it up.
‘What is it?’ He listened, stiffened, half got up. ‘You sure? A blue Packard? Okay, I’l start something. Thanks, Bill,’ and he hung up. ‘My cop was shot by a .45 Colt with Baird’s prints on it,’ he told Dallas. ‘A blue Packard was seen by a passing motorist heading away from the scene of the shooting, coming this way.’
‘Maybe he’s got Hater with him,’ Dal as said, get ing to his feet.
‘I don’t give a damn one way or the other. I want Baird.’
Olin got up and went out of the office. Dallas could hear him shouting orders in the outer office. He came back after a while.