“Attempting to be as anonymous as a fart in a windstorm.I snuck up on the motel from the rear, cat-footed to a corner, bent a private eye around it. A county sheriff’s car with a uniform at the wheel was parked where he could keep a fix both on the Rolls and the door of 114. Waited.Waited five or six minutes. Suddenly the prowl car revved up, backed out, and burned rubber as though he’d just had an urgent call from HQ. Which he might have.Quick like a fox I hopped into the Rolls, took off, circl...ed the rim of town to stay off main streets. At the Columbus road I set the compass due south.Old girl, I said to the Silver Wraith, I am sorry to keep you up late and run all this petrol through you when you are used to being pampered. But stick with me tonight, take me where I have to go, then take me to El Paso and then, Britannia baby, you will rule the interstates.Eleven miles. I stayed under 55 mph. No more speeding tickets. Besides, I wanted to give Snackenberg as much time as I could to get over here and rendezvous with me.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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