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No, I said.He's too heavy. It'll take all three of us to bring him down. It won't take us long. We'll just take a chance, that's all.

Look, Eddie, I said.Drive as close behind me as you can. If I'm stopped- for any reason- I'm going to leave the car and run like a striped ass ape. And I'll need you behind me to pick me up. Okay?

Sure, she said.Night.

I shook my head.That's why I want you behind me, in case we have to run for it in the Vega. Besides, I'm not going to drive over thirty, and when I cross the bridge, before the Goodyear landing pad, I'm going to throw my pistol over the side. It'll be a lot easier to throw it over the rail from the convertible.

No sweat, Larry, Eddie said,if you want me to, I'll drive the convertible. I'm a better driver than you.

We paused outside Hank's apartment. Hank fumbled with his keys at the door until she rounded the corner at the end of the corridor.

Taking the car keys to the convertible from Eddie, I left the apartment.

No sweat, Larry, Eddie said,if you want me to, I'll drive the convertible. I'm a better driver than you.

I've got a G.I. blanket in the closet, Hank said.

Eddie said:What do you think, Fuzz-O?

You don't have to worry about Don, Eddie said.Don's all right.

Go inside, I said.I'd better pull the emergency stop on the elevator. You can take it off after we leave, Hank.

On the way back to Hank's apartment, we ran into Marge Brewer in the corridor. She was in her nurse's uniform, and had just come off duty atJackson Memorial. She was coming toward us from the elevator.

No, I said.He's too heavy. It'll take all three of us to bring him down. It won't take us long. We'll just take a chance, that's all.

No sweat, Larry, Eddie said,if you want me to, I'll drive the convertible. I'm a better driver than you.

The whole thing. D'you think we'll get away with it?

I'm beat, she said, looking at Hank.A twelve-hour split shift. I'm going to whomp up a big batch of martinis. D'you all want to come down in ten minutes? I'll share.

They went inside. I hurried down the hall, opened the elevator door, and pulled out the red knob. There was an elevator on the other side of the building, and the residents who didn't want to climb the stairs could use that one.

I got rid of the gun, leaving it in the holster, when I passed over the bridge, and a few moments later I was parked in the Japanese Garden parking lot. There were no other cars. The Garden itself was closed at night, and fenced in to keep the hippies from sleeping in the tiny bamboo tearoom. But the parking lot was outside the fence. Sometimes lovers used the parking lot at night, but because most people knew that the Garden was closed at night, they didn't realize that the parking lot was still available. Eddie pulled in beside me and cut his lights.

On the way back to Hank's apartment, we ran into Marge Brewer in the corridor. She was in her nurse's uniform, and had just come off duty atJackson Memorial. She was coming toward us from the elevator.

They went inside. I hurried down the hall, opened the elevator door, and pulled out the red knob. There was an elevator on the other side of the building, and the residents who didn't want to climb the stairs could use that one.

Move out, then. I'm right behind you.

I'm worried about Don.

I got some Kleenex out of the glove compartment of my Vega, and smudged the steering wheel and doors of the convertible. I did this for Eddie's benefit mostly; it's almost impossible to get decent prints from a car. Then I got the G.I. blanket and the beach towel and the paper sack of personal belongings. As we drove back toward Dade Towers, I folded the blanket and the towel in my lap.

We paused outside Hank's apartment. Hank fumbled with his keys at the door until she rounded the corner at the end of the corridor.

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