“I’ve been turned loose, but I’m willing to bet my last pair of socks that I’ve got a load of law tailing me and I’ll be tailed from now on.”
I’d hit the right note. She looked alarmed.
“Tailing you?” she repeated and looked hastily through the little rear window.
There was a lot of traffic on the road and she didn’t see any particular car that attracted attention.
But the movement was enough for me. I had her gun before she knew what I was doing. I put it in my pocket. “You’ll excuse me,” I said. “But that heater made me nervous.”
She sat glowering at me.
“And now,” I went on. “Let’s be sensible. Tell the driver to take us to my apartment. I want to talk to you.”
“You can talk here,” she said, her voice off key.
“Don’t be a dope,” I said sharply. “You’ve had your fun. I’m going to have mine.” I leaned forward and told the driver my address. “And make it snappy, Happy,” I added.
He made no move to change direction, but kept on towards Fifth Avenue.