The teen-ager looked up. And did not go back to the food. Danniels knew that he had been found out.
The counterman went back to wiping down the bar.
The youth was still looking at Danniels.
"You better eat if you don't want me to be discovered," Danniels said gently.
Young eyes moved back and forth, searching, not finding.
"It won't do you any good to run," Danniels continued. "The waitress and the counterman will swear they had nothing to do with me. But you were driving me, eating with me."
"You can't let even a Jonah die," the youngster said in a hoarse whisper that barely carried across the table.
Danniels shook his head sadly. "It won't work. You might have slowed down enough to let me grab onto the rear bumper or tossed me out some food. But you took me into your car, sat down at a table with me."
"And this is the thanks I get!"