“Move over,” I said. “I’ll do the driving this time.”
She slid across, and I got in and pulled the door to. I sat. Half a minute went by.
“Where are we going?” she asked. Her voice was so low and weak I barely got it.
“Polo Grounds. Where Bill is.” Maybe he was.
“Why don’t we start?”
“I phoned for cops. If others come before the cops do I want to get a look at them. In case I forget it later, I want to mention that that was a beautiful dive you made, and the timing couldn’t have been better. I’m for you — only spiritual, of course, since you’re happily married.”
“I want to get away from here. I want to see Bill.”
“You will. Relax.”
We sat, but not for long. It couldn’t have been more than four minutes before a pair of cops swung around the corner, headed for the entrance to Gale’s Pharmacy, and entered. Glancing at Lila and seeing that her eyes were closed, I pushed the starter button.