“Maybe he’ll talk to me.” I got up. “I guess I’ll pay some calls.”
“They’re still looking for you,” Davis reminded me. “And it’s getting on for midnight.”
“We’ll get ’em out of bed.”
“We?”
“Sure, I’m going with you. They won’t expect me to be with you.”
He produced his comb again and ran it through his hair. “Say, that’s not such a hot idea,” he said. “I gotta keep in the clear. How’d I look if they spotted you with me?”
I smiled at him. “Come on,” I said. “You and I are going on a little trip. First we’ll go to Macklin Avenue and then Bradshaw. You got a car?”
He nodded.
“Fine. I’ll be tucked up in the back under a rug. That way the cops won’t worry us and we’ll get places.”
“I can always say I didn’t know you were there,” he said, his face brightening. “Okay, let’s go.”