Scott switched back to the police band. "What we just heard is on every radio and TV station covering Harrisburg."
Another police car drifted into the alley, emptied men and equipment.
"We can go," Scott said. "My men will take care of the routine."
All of them were silent as they crossed the Market Street Bridge into the central section of town, deserted except for police and army patrols.
"Belton Hotel," the radio squawked. "Judkins has been picked up at the Belton."
"Now I'll find out what he has told them," Thornberry exulted, "and then we'll have no trouble finding Clarens."
"You know my name, you know my present address, and I'm not saying any more until I see my lawyer." Judkins had been saying that for half an hour and his words had not changed.
Mosby tugged at Bennington's sleeve. Together they moved to a corner of the hotel room, and at Mosby's nod, Scott and Thornberry joined them.
"Get out of here for five minutes. When you come back, he'll be glad to talk."
Mosby wasn't joking.