“Just a minute,” O’Hara said, pushing forward, “I want to look at the other dummy.”
That nearly brought me out in a rash.
“If you think I’m going to unpack this just to satisfy your curiosity, you’re crazy,” I said, slamming the door.
“Leave him alone,” the patrolman said, “you pain in the neck.”
I could see O’Hara was determined. He yanked open the door again. “I’m seeing that other dummy,” he said between his teeth, “and if you start anything, I’ll take you to the station.”
I got out of the cab again. At least, it would give me a chance to run.
Then just as he was laying hands on Lydia, a guy came out of the West entrance of the apartment block and set off fast, walking away from us.
“Isn’t that the guy you’re watching?” I said, jerking O’Hara out of the cab and pointing excitedly.
He took one look, cursed under his breath and broke into a frantic run.
I turned to the patrolman, “Can I scram before he comes back?” I rustled another five-buck note because I didn’t think he could see it in the darkness.