I was studying the lay-out of the place. You don’t think you’re going to walk in there and bring Brodey out, do you?” Davis went on, mopping his face with a not over-clean handkerchief.
“That’s the general idea,” I said. “Superman stuff, eh?”
“That’s it.”
“Well, count me out. I’m too big a target to take Bat on. He’s a killer.”
“So am I,” I reminded him.
He looked at me. “Well, brother, I’ll be sitting out here admiring the view. I’ll write you a nice obituary when they carry you out. What flowers would you like?”
“You’re coming in. I’m a stranger seeing Paradise Palms for the first time, and you’re showing me around. Somehow you’re going to get me upstairs because that’s where Brodey is.”
“Oh no,” Davis said emphatically. “Not me. I’m staying right here, keeping my nose clean. I’m not easily scared, but that guy Bat sure makes my flesh creep.”
I stuck my Luger into his fat ribs. “You’re going in,” I said, giving him the hard eye, “or I’ll make holes in you.”
He looked at me, saw I meant business, sighed.