“Sit down,” Tim said quietly.
“To hell with that!” I said. “I didn’t realize what she meant to me until they grabbed her. I’m going to take the lid off now, and anyone who gets in my way will get hurt.”
“Take it easy,” Tim said, pushing me into a chair. “I know how you feel, but it won’t get you anywhere to jump off the deep end. There’s only one way to tackle this. You’ve got to use your head. If you get wild and jump in with both feet, you’ll be playing into Killeano’s hands.”
I drew a deep breath, tried to grin. “You’re right, Tim,” I said. “I’m mad right now, but as you say, there’s no sense Bi rushing into trouble. Somehow we’ve got to get her out and quick. But it needs planning. I guess I’ll go look that jail over.”
“You’d better wait for Jed,” Tim advised. “He knows the jail. You can’t afford to be picked up.”
“Right again,” I said. “We’ll wait for Jed.”
We had to wait a couple of hours. They were the longest hours I’ve ever lived through, and I wouldn’t like to live through them again.
Davis came around three o’clock. The afternoon sun sizzingly hot and he was sweating. He stood in the doorway and looked at us.
“I fixed Coppinger,” he said. “He’s gone down to see her, and he’ll be over here when he’s through.”
“Sit down,” I said, waving to a chair. “Is it true she’s signed statement?