Baird stiffened. What was she up to? Why didn’t she get down stairs? The cops wouldn’t bother about her if there was any shooting.
‘Some killer loose,’ a man’s voice cal ed up to her. ‘The cops think he might be hiding in this house.
You got him under your bed, Anita?’ He laughed excitedly as if he had made the best joke in the world.
‘You bet,’ the girl said, and laughed. ‘I’ve got him right here. Want to come up and see him, Toni?’
‘I wil come up and see you, bambino.’
‘With the cops coming up, too?’
‘No cop stops me loving a girl,’ the man said, and laughed. ‘Not even a cop with a gun.’
‘That’s what you say,’ the girl said, and snapped her fingers. ‘You’re al talk, Toni.’
‘Yeah? This time I don’t talk. I come up.’
‘Bet er not,’ the girl jeered, ‘they’l take you away in their little black wagon.’