He watched her walk away and then he returned to his room. With a dame like that at his side, and a good car, his changed appearance, he’d get out of town. He wouldn’t even bother to sneak out. He was confident that he could go by the main streets and even wave to the Feds as he passed them.
18
September 13th, 9 p.m.
THE NIGHT was very hot and the moon rode high in tattered clouds.
Raven paced slowly backwards and forwards in his room. He had carefully drawn the blinds, and now he waited for the first step in his escape. In a few minutes Goshawk would come up. Around at the back was a two−seater car that had cost Raven plenty, waiting to take him to liberty. No one knew about his changed appearance except Goshawk. Raven’s thin face twisted a little.
He heard steps coming down the passage, and from force of habit his hand slid inside his coat, gripping his gun.
Goshawk knocked and Raven let him in. The two men looked at each other.
“So you’re off?” Goshawk said. “Takin’ the little dame with you?”
Raven controlled his face. This guy knew all the answers. He shook his head. “Car outside?”
“Sure!”