"If I had their stuff, I'd fear nothing."
The telephone rang and Kennebec lifted it. He listened and then hung up slowly.
"Your job—" he said. "Lane and Downing are making a running fist fight to see who lands on Circle One. If you go a-screeching fast, you might be able to make it by the time they hit."
"Right—" and Thompson left unceremoniously.
He hit the street, landed in his car, and was a half block away, siren screaming, before he realized that he had a passenger. It was Patricia.
"Huh?" he asked foolishly.
"Well, the engine was running, wasn't it?"
"I didn't notice."
"Fine thing."
"You must have heard."