"Okay, okay—I just asked."
Stan slid into the back seat. "Let's go."
Caldwell threw the car in gear and they drove silently north through the crowded streets. The light on the small indicator waxed and waned and grew steadily brighter as the faint radiation from the fusion material increased.
"You don't want to get too close," Caldwell said suddenly. "That's what happened to the other boys. They got too close and then they were ambushed."
The indicator light slowly increased in brilliance, then started to die again. They were about three blocks away, Stan thought, passing it at right angles.
"Okay, Caldwell, let me out here."
"You sure you won't need help, Mr. Martin? I could get some of the boys...."
"Wait on the corner. If I'm not back in an hour, then notify Tanner. He'll know what to do."
He got out of the car, palming the indicator in his hand. Avis—or at least the package—was somewhere in the area.
He glanced at the indicator and started walking, stopping occasionally to look in a store window and steal another look at the indicator. A block and a half down. One door, two doors....