"The other ones that have been stolen. From Connecticut, mostly. One from New Jersey, out near Passaic."
"Have any of the others been moving around without drivers?" Malone said.
"Well," Burris said, "there's been no report of it. But who can tell?"
He gestured with both arms. "Anything is possible, Malone."
"Sure," Malone said.
"Now," Burris said, "all of the stolen cars are red 1972 Cadillacs.
There's got to be some reason for that. 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.