"Now," Burris said, "all of the stolen cars are red 1972 Cadillacs. There's got to be some reason for that—and I think they're covering up another car like the one that got smashed: a remote—controlled Cadillac. Or even a self-guiding, automatic, robot-controlled Cadillac."
"They?" Malone said. "Who?"
"Whoever is stealing the cars," Burris said patiently.
"Oh," Malone said. "Sure. But—"
"So get up to New York," Burris said, "keep your eyes open, and nose around. Got it?"
"I have now," Malone said.
"And when that Cadillac is found, Malone, we want to take a look at it. O.K.?"
"Yes, sir," Malone said.