“Not if you’re close enough. Cops will think it’s a member of the family rushing to the bedside of a dying relative.”
“What’ll the driver of the ambulance think?”
“I don’t give a damn what he thinks, just so we find out where he goes. Okay, here we go.”
The doors of the ambulance slammed shut. The driver ran around, jumped in behind the steering wheel, and the gates swung open once more as the big machine gathered momentum.
The driver of Mason’s car started out in low gear, turned to say over his shoulder, “It might not be just a fine. Up here they...”
“Get over,” Mason told him. “I’ll take the wheel.”
“I can’t let you do that. I...”
“Look,” Mason said. “If I threatened you with a monkey wrench, and made you get over, you’d do it, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t know. I...”
“And then,” Mason said, “if anything happened, you could say that you had been in fear of your life, that you thought I’d gone crazy, and that I took the automobile away from you by force... Get over.”