She shook her head.
“Sure?”
“Yes. I changed my apartment a day or so ago. No one knows yet.”
“We’ll go there and get you some clothes,” I said. “Where is it?”
She clutched my arm. “No. Let’s get out of town. I’m scared.”
“We’ve got the time,” I said. “And you don’t have to be scared. They won’t get us if we use our heads. Now where is the place?”
“It’s at the corner of Essex and Merrivale.”
I nodded. “I know. I passed it as I came in.”
I pushed the Buick along, and I kept my eye on the mirror.
No one was following us—yet.