"Most a.s.suredly you will be able to communicate with them. Please allow me a moment to prepare before we leave, though." He opened the door behind his desk and made use of the inner room it served. There he kept an old army cot and some spare clothing, among other things. When he finally emerged, he looked slightly heavier and sported an unmistakable bulge beneath his coat under the right arm.
"Ready?" I asked.
"As I shall ever be. We"ll take my car."
And no chances; he wanted his bulletproof vest, gun, and the armor plating of the Nash between himself and the unknowns that Dimmy Wallace represented. I approved. Chicago could play indecently rough at times.Escott handled his big tank of a car, along with its extra weight in steel, the way Astaire danced with Rogers. He very obviously derived a lot of pleasure from driving and my guess was that if he loved anything, he loved his Nash, bullet dimples in the doors and all.
We were up to the speed limit, but he didn"t seem to be in a hurry to arrive. That kind of urgency was missing from his att.i.tude. We took a few turnings and though my knowledge of the city was still sketchy, I knew we weren"t on a direct route to the south side.
"What"s up, Charles?"
"Someone is following us," he said with quiet interest.
The hard blue glare of the streetlights struck his chest, traveled up to his chin and vanished as our car moved forward. It reminded me that whoever was behind us would see my outline if I turned around to look, so I didn"t.
"Can you tell who they are?"
"Unfortunately, no. Their headlights are in the way."
" What d"you want to do about it?"
"There are a number of options open to us."
"I"m all ears."
His eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, then back to the road. "I can lose them..."
Aren"t we a little too big for that?"
"Shoe Coldfield did somewhat more than add special gla.s.s and armoring when he owned this particular vehicle. There were some slight modifications to improve engine efficiency as well."
"Why is it that I"m not very surprised?"
"Haven"t the faintest. Now the problem with losing them is that we may never know who they are, and such antics are liable to arouse the curiosity of the local constabulary."
"What other options have you got?"
"We can pretend to be unaware of them and lead them to a spot convenient to us, and-as it is so colorfully put in westerns-get the drop on them."
"I like that one. Got any particular spot in mind?"
"Yes, I"m heading for it now.""Had it all worked out beforehand?"
"More or less, but it seemed best to keep moving until I"d discussed things with you. I"m so glad our decisions are in accordance."
"What if they weren"t?"
"I"m not sure, but since they are, it hardly seems relevant to speculate over might- have-beens."
That was true. I was just nervous and he was being polite and not pointing it out to me-not in so many words. Escott ought to have been the nervous one, as he was physically far more vulnerable than I, but he liked this kind of work. He seemed to feed off tension the way I fed off cattle.
"I plan to rely on your speed and other special abilities," he told me.
"Okay."
"I"m going to take a turn into an alley ahead and go slow enough for you to get out. When the other car comes through, I"ll have stopped at the far end. Chances are they will also stop, and you can improvise from there."
"And if they don"t follow you in?"
"Then we"ll go to plan B."
"Which is... ?"
"I"ll let you know when I think of it."
I shook my head, but it didn"t matter much. If this stunt didn"t come off no doubt he would think of something else.
He made a leisurely turn into a narrow s.p.a.ce between two long buildings. Dark walls of brick and useless, soot-stained windows slipped past and slowed as he took his foot from the gas and shifted gears. There was enough room to open the door, but I didn"t bother. When we were down to ten miles an hour I dematerialized and slipped out.
Smack in front of me was the solidity of the right-hand building, which I used to orient myself. Turning and pressing my back (such as it was in this state) to the wall, I very slowly eased into the world again, but only a little. I was mostly transparent, which meant that unless I moved around or lost concentration and went whole, the party in the other car couldn"t easily see me. On the other hand, I could still get a very good look at them.
Their headlights were dark as they turned into the alley. They saw Escort"s car far ahead of them, but slowed to think things over. It gave me a good chance to identify the driver.I cott had said to improvise, right now I was torn between anger and curiosity.
When the first wave of it pa.s.sed, they were halfway to me. I could wait for them, rush in, and do my Lamont Cranston imitation, or I could find Escott again and tell him to get us lost. Both were equally tempting.
Now they were within ten feet of me and sailing slowly past, so I made a decision, materialized, grabbed the pa.s.senger-door handle, and yanked it open.
I n the crowded confusion of the front seat of the car, I wasn"t sure who screamed the loudest at my sudden appearance: the young photographer clutching his camera or Barbara Steler clutching the steering wheel.
Out of reflex, she hit the brakes and the engine stalled. The kid with the camera made an abortive attempt to push me out, but I got my left arm inside in time and pushed him against the scat hard enough for him to lose his breath. The arm remained, to hold him up and to give him something to think about.
Barbara tried the starter, but their car was flooded now. She looked up-fear flashed through those huge bronze eyes for a second until she recognized me-then she slammed her hands on the steering wheel.
"d.a.m.n it! Where in h.e.l.l did you come from?"
I"d meant to give them a good scare and couldn"t keep the grin off my face. "Ask my mother, she knows all about it."
"You never had one, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d."
"Temper, temper. Maybe you"d like to tell me why you"re following us around."
"You used to be in the business. Work it out." She put a palm to her forehead and tried to slow her breathing. The adrenaline surge caused by my entrance had them both shaking.
"Barb..." this from the photographer, in a slightly strangled tone. My arm had slid up to his neck. I eased the pressure but kept the same position.
She saw what had happened and suddenly threw her head back and laughed. The kid joined in, but not too enthusiastically. When she recovered, her body was less tense and she had an air of being in charge of things. She opened her door and got out, walking around to wait in front of the car. I told the kid to stay put. He was still wobbly and content to do as he was told without any special influence on my part.
Barbara was in somber black, right down to her kid gloves and silk stockings. It brought out the ivory of her skin and made me want to see more of it than was decently possible under any circ.u.mstances. Her full lips were softly curved into the kind of smile a woman gets when she correctly reads a man"s mind.
"This is hardly the perfect place to talk," she began.
"Good, because you won"t be getting any interviews.""Darling Jack, don"t be offended, but I don"t want to interview you, I just want you to help me arrange one."
The endearment was interesting, considering what hadn"t happened during our last encounter. "Who did you have in mind?"
"Alex Adrian, of course."
"And you think I know where he is?"
"Or your friend, Mr. Escort. He must be getting impatient waiting for you down there." She indicated the far end of the alley. "Why don"t you run along to him and continue on your errand?"
"Only if you back out and go home."
"But it"s such a long drive from here, I couldn"t possibly return empty handed."
"Force yourself."
"My dear, you of all people should know I never force myself."
The alley suddenly felt very close and warm. "Yes, well, there"s a first time for everything, Barbara-"
"I mean it. Jack, I want to see Alex." Her manner shifted to a more serious tone and I wondered if she were lying again. This time I couldn"t tell.
"Why?"
"Because the police are after him for walking out on the scene of a murder. I talked with them. He"s in very serious trouble. He needs help-" She stopped and straightened, as though she"s said too much for her own comfort and regretted the words.
"You still love him?"
She wasn"t happy that I knew that and her eyes flared, then shifted away. "Think what you like, but please take me along." Women who love Alex always seem to come to a bad end. Are you sure-"
She moved as fast as a striking snake, her palm cracking sharp and loud. Outrage rolled from her like a wave, more tangible to me than the slap. She looked ready to add a verbal insult to the injury but was too mad to think of one acid enough to suit the occasion.
"I guess you"re sure," I said, rubbing where she"d hit my cheek. It hadn"t hurt.
She turned on her heel to go back to her car.
"Barbara, wait a minute.""No."
"I"m sorry I said that, but I had to know where you really stand."
She paused at the door. "I"ll find him myself."
"Not alone, you won"t."
"How else, then, if you-"
"Maybe I will help you."
That stopped her cold.
"I"ll talk to my partner."
It was my turn to walk away and I felt her eyes on my back all down the length of the alley. Escott had the motor running, ready for us to bolt if necessary. He shut it down when I came up on the driver"s side and started talking. He wasn"t happy about my request.
"I"m reluctant to involve anyone else in this, especially a member of the fourth estate."
"She wants to come for her own reasons. Her paper has second place this time."
"I understand that, but are her personal motives going to get in the way of things? I"ve no wish to expose anyone to unnecessary risk."
"She could also act as backup for us. She can drive and be safe enough in your car. That sporter they"re in wouldn"t hold up to a good rainstorm."
"A good point, but are you sure you couldn"t tell her to go home?"
"I could, but I don"t want to."
"Is she immune or something?"
"No, I just want her along."
Humor and frustration mixed in his expression and then vanished with a shrug.
"Very well, but no photographer. That"s the prerequisite I place upon her coming with us."
I ducked out before he could change his mind.
Barbara accepted the offer with ill-concealed astonishment. "Why-I mean-after I-oh, never mind, we"ll be right behind you."
"Hold on, Charles said only you could come, so don"t insist on having a saddle with your gift horse."She looked ready to contend the point and visibly worked to change her mind. It took a little more than logic to talk the kid into it, though. He was anything but crazy about letting her run off to pans unknown with two strangers; that was his main argument. Unspoken was the simple fact that he didn"t want to be left out. Barb smiled, though, ran a well-calculated finger down the side of his face, and all his determination melted into an ineffectual puddle in less than a second. He took over the driver"s side and solemnly promised to take the car back to the newspaper offices for her.
She kissed her fingertip and tapped it on his nose, and that, made his whole week. Then I stepped in and caught his attention. I didn"t do much more than repeat his promise back to him, but from the slackening of his expression I knew for certain he"d keep it.
"My, but you"re suspicious," she commented as we watched him back the car out of the narrow s.p.a.ce. "Did you think he doesn"t understand plain English?"
"Like you reminded me, I used to be in the business. Neither of us would want a breach of trust at this point, would we?"
"Darling, it"s the farthest thing from my mind."
"Good. Keep it there."
She slipped a friendly arm into mine as we walked up to Escott, who got out to meet us. When I introduced them, she flashed him the kind of smile that could knock over a bank vault. They exchanged pleasantries as though we were at some fancy tea party and not a dank alley just off the river with G.o.d knows what lurking around the next corner. Escott was apparently not immune to the charm of someone he"d described as "extremely female."
"We must have some ground rules," he said, finally bringing up business. "It is not likely we"ll even find anything tonight, but if we do, you follow our orders."
She murmured agreement, maybe a little too readily for my peace of mind, but if it became necessary, I could enforce things as I did with the photographer.
He held the door for her and she stepped into the backseat like a queen going on a tour. "Lock the doors and if we tell you to duck, don"t ignore it," he suggested.