I took out my .38 police special, shoved it in my hip pocket and collected a couple of spare magazines.
“I have news,” Kerman said, watching me a little pop-eyed. “Want it now?”
“I’ll have it in the car. You and me are going to ‘Frisco.”
“Heeled?”
“Yeah. From now on I’m taking no chances. Got your rod?”
“I can get it.”
While he was getting it I put a call through to Paula.
“How is she?” I asked, when she came on the line.
“About the same. Dr. Mansell’s just been in. He’s given her a mild shot. He says it’ll take a long time to taper her off.”
“I’m on my way to see her father. If he’ll take her over it’ll let us out. You all right?”