“If she knows something why didn’t they knock her off instead of keeping her in that home?” Kerman said.
“That’s what’s worrying me. Up to now all of them have been killed more or less accidentally, but Freedlander was murdered. That means someone is getting in a panic. It also means that Anona is no longer safe.”
Kerman sat up.
“You think they’ll try to get at her?”
“Yeah. We’ll have to hide her some place safe. Maybe we could get Doc Mansell to put her in his Los Angeles clinic and I’ll get Kruger to lend me a couple of his bruisers to sit outside the door.”
“Maybe you have been reading too many detective stories, too,” Kerman said, looking at me out of the corner of his eyes.
I kept the Buick moving at high speed while I thought about Freedlander’s killing, and the more I thought the more jittery I got.
We reached San Lucas, and I pulled up outside a drug store.
“What now?” Kerman asked, surprised.
“I’m going to call Paula,” I said. “I should have called her from ‘Frisco. I’ve got the shakes.”