She said she was.
“I’ll look in on my way back.” I said, and hung up.
Kerman and I rode in the elevator to the ground floor, crossed the sidewalk to the Buick.
“We’re going out to the Dream Ship tonight,” I said as I started the engine.
“Officially or unofficially?”
“Unofficially: just like they do on the movies. Maybe we’ll even have to swim out there.”
“Sharks and things, ugh?” Kerman said. “Maybe they’ll try to shoot us when we get aboard.”
“They certainly will if they see us.” I edged past a truck and went up Centre Avenue with a burst of speed that startled two taxi-drivers and a girl driving a Pontiac.
“That’ll be something to look forward to,” Kerman said gloomily. He sunk lower in his seat. “I simply can’t wait. Maybe I’d better make a will.”
“Have you anything to leave?” I asked, surprised, and braked hard as the red light went up.