“I see,” Hogarty said. “Anythin’ else.”
“I heard Mr. Goshawk arrange about buying a Chrysler car. I was surprised, because Mr. Goshawk was always tight with his dough. I thought he was steppin’ out a bit.”
“All right, baby, you’re doin’ fine.” Hogarty was excited. “I’ll talk to you again in a while. Just stick around.”
When she had gone he turned to Jay excitedly. “It looks like it. The troopers at the west barricade report that a blond guy with his wife passed through in a two−seater Chrysler.” He checked himself from a note−book. “They say the girl was wearing a red dress with pinhead white spots. Let’s go over an’ find out if that’s the dress this Leroy dame was wearing. If it is, we’ll get after them. They’re heading for Hollywood by the U.S. Highway 40.”
Jay followed him out of the hotel.
20
September 14th, 11.50 p.m.
RAVEN said, “We’ll stop at Odessa for the night.”
Marie clenched her fists, but said nothing. The continuous driving had unnerved both of them, and Raven had lost patience. He wasn’t going to drive like this day and night, with her sitting at his side. What the hell did she think? She wasn’t just goin’ to sit around all day and all night, letting him take her free of expense all the way to Hollywood. It was time she paid for her trip.
“It’s a tough little town,” he said, “but it’ll do for the night. We’ll stop again at Kansas City. You’ll like that.”