"You're late tonight," he said. "I was just on the verge of calling you. How're things going?"
I told him quickly, and with a minimum of detail, what had happened since our last session.
"It's Grogan, after all," I said. "I'd recognize that scarfaced gorilla of his anywhere. Get Grogan and—"
The boss nodded. "We'll get him. You let me worry about that. You've got to.... You say they were beaming telenosis on Maxwell? How the devil did they get his wave-band so soon?"
"You can worry about that one, too," I told him.
"Okay. Never mind. Where are you now? Never mind that either. Just stay there. Call the nearest police station and have them send someone after you. Get in a nice snug cell and stay put. We'll take care of Grogan and Maxwell. Okay, now. Don't waste any time."
We hung up together. Then I quickly dialed the operator and asked for the nearest sectional police station.
When the face of the desk sergeant flashed on the screen, I told him, "My name is Earl Langston. My life is in immediate danger. I'm in a vp booth near the Pacific Street entrance, number four, of Underhill's department store, second level."
"Stay where you are," the sergeant replied. "We'll have someone after you in ten or fifteen minutes."