what this confusion was all about, but I seemed to be learning who it was all about.
“Where to?” I asked presently.
“To home,” she said, and gave me an address.
I pointed the coupe at it with no reluctance at all. It was the McAllister Street apartments the Whosis Kid had visited earlier in the evening.
We didn’t waste any time getting there. My companion might know it or might not, but I knew that all the other players in this game knew that address. I wanted to get there before the Frenchman and Big Chin.
Neither of us said anything during the ride. She crouched close to me, shivering. I was looking ahead, planning how I was to land an invitation into her apartment. I was sorry I hadn’t held on to her gun. I had let it fall when I pushed Big Chin out of the car. It would have been an excuse for a later call if she didn’t invite me in.
I needn’t have worried. She didn’t invite me. She insisted that I go in with her. She was scared stiff.
“You will not leave me?” she pleaded as we drove up McAllister Street. “I am in complete terror. You cannot go from me! If you will not come in, I will stay with you.”
I was willing enough to go in, but I didn’t want to leave the coupe where it would advertise me.
“We’ll ride around the corner and park the car,” I told her, “and then I’ll go in with you.”
I drove around the block, with an eye in each direction for the Cadillac. Neither eye found it. I left the coupe on Franklin Street and we returned to the McAllister Street building.