“Home,” Davis said. “Think I’ll get through?”
“You might, only don’t blame me if one of the boys shoots you. The streets aren’t healthy.”
“You telling me,” Davis said. “I’ve had twenty heart attacks in so many minutes.”
The cop laughed. “Well, don’t try any speeding. You’ll be okay at the top of the road. We’ve just been through this district. The punk’s as good as the invisible man.”
“Thanks,” Davis said, and eased in his clutch. “Be seeing you.”
The car moved on.
“Phew!” Davis said after a while. “I’m shaking like a jelly.”
“That shouldn’t be hard for you to do,” I said. “What’s it I look like?”
“He’s signalled me through. There’re cops all along the street glaring at me, but that’s all they’re doing. If there are any of them up at Herrick’s place we’d better skip it.”
“Have a drink and calm down,” I said, sliding the bottle we’d taken from Tim’s place over the back of the seat.