Gurgling sounds followed.
“Leave me some,” I said sharply.
“You don’t need it like I do,” Davis said, but he dropped the bottle back. It hit my head.
“Hey!” I said. “Do you want to brain me?”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Davis replied, accelerating. “You can come out now. The cops are out of sight.”
I threw off the rug, sat up, wiping my face. We were in a narrow street lined on each side by neat villas.
“We’re just there,” Davis said. “Next street.”
As I was looking, a big brown Plymouth sedan shot round the corner, and belted down the street towards us. Davis gave ft startled snort and swerved violently to the right. The Plymouth I missed us by a couple of inches, and was gone.
“The crazy loon!” Davis exclaimed. “What’s his hurry?”
“Maybe he remembered a heavy date,” I said. “Don’t let a little thing like that disturb you.”