"Sitting here calling each other hard names. I mean, we ought to be out searching for her."
"Where?"
"Any place!" Guido's face was drawn taut; there was a tic over his right eye. "Every address we eliminate is something."
"How many houses in the Bay Area?" Kintyre flopped onto a chair. Through the doors he had locked in himself, the horror hooted.
"Well, for Chrissake, man," said Guido, "I don't mean to search the bishop's! We can think of some possible places, can't we?"
"I don't know."
"Ah, spit. We're doing nobody any good. Let's go for a ride. It might clear our brains some."
"The great American solution. Let's go for a ride."
Guido regarded Kintyre for a moment or so.
"Does it help you to feel superior, cat?" he asked quietly.