‘I know.’ I leaned against the car and groped for a cigarette. ‘Do you think Dedrick has managed to leave town?’
Muffin shrugged.
‘I don’t know. We have men watching the roads, the airport and the station. He was lucky if be did. He’s either got through the cordon or he’s found a hide-out where no one would think of looking for him. Something like that.’
‘I nodded.’
‘We’ve checked every likely spot,’ Mifflin went on. ‘If he has found a hide-out, it’s a good one.’
I had a sudden idea.
‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘It’s my bet he’s still in town. Stick around, Tim. I believe I’ve got something. Don’t go to bed yet. Maybe I’ll give you a call. Will you be at home?’
‘That’s where I’m going now,’ Muffin said. What’s the Idea? Where do you think he is?’
I climbed into the Buick and started the engine.
‘Where you wouldn’t dare look for him,’ I said out of the window. ‘Ocean End, brother.’