I said, “Let’s make a bargain. If your car is parked around the Westchester Arms Hotel, will you take the handcuffs off and give me a break?”
Sellers hesitated. I could see the thought of losing that car really bothered him.
I said, “Remember, I’ll take you right to where your car is parked and…”
“You get busy and dig up my car,” he said. “When you’ve found that car for me, you can do more talking. I hate to go in and report that car stolen.”
I said, “Okay. Let’s go.”
We marched out to the waiting taxi.
“Westchester Arms Hotel,” I said, “and when you get there, cruise slowly around a two-block square until I tell you to stop.”
Sixteen
Two blocks from the Westchester Arms, we found Frank Seller’s police car parked by a fire hydrant.
Sellers’ exclamation of satisfaction was ample indication of the load that had been lifted from his mind.