I shook my head. “Where is he ?”
“What’ll you do to him?”
“Shoot or arrest him,” I said. “I don’t care which. One or the other.”
She grimaced, sweat was running down her face. “I wish he could suffer the way I’m suffering,” she said.
“Where is he?”
“He’ll have cleared out of my apartment by now,” she said, frowning. “He’ll go to Little Louis. I think you’ll find him there. He won’t know where to hide. You’d’ve caught him long ago if it hadn’t been for me. He hasn’t any brains.”
“Where’s Little Louis?” I asked impatiently.
She gave me a downtown address in San Francisco.
“Who is he?”
“Just one of the boys,” she said indifferently. “He holes up anyone on the run. Watch your step, Cain. I want you to catch Bat.”