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

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

About what?

If I don't have to worry about Don, I said,1 don't have to worry about anything.

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.

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.

Hank and I, being so much bigger than Eddie, supported the man in the yellow jump suit between us. We each draped an arm over our shoulders, and carried him, with his feet dragging, down the corridor. If someone saw us, it would look-at least from a distance- as if we were supporting a drunk. Eddie, a few feet in front of us, carried the folded army blanket and the sack of stuff. It was much easier going down the stairs. I went down first, carrying the feet, while Hank and Eddie supported him from behind. After we put him on top of the girl, in the back of the car, and covered him with the G.I. blanket, I got into the driver's seat. The fire door had closed and locked while we loaded him, so Hank started down the sidewalk toward the apartment entrance.

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

About what?

If I don't have to worry about Don, I said,1 don't have to worry about anything.

While Eddie and I wedged the girl between the back and front seats on the floor of the convertible, Hank held the fire door open for us. We covered her with the beach towel, and I tucked the end under her head.

I'm worried about Don.

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

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.

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

While Eddie and I wedged the girl between the back and front seats on the floor of the convertible, Hank held the fire door open for us. We covered her with the beach towel, and I tucked the end under her head.

While Eddie and I wedged the girl between the back and front seats on the floor of the convertible, Hank held the fire door open for us. We covered her with the beach towel, and I tucked the end under her head.

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

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

Sure, she said.Night.

Give us a raincheck, Marge, Hank said.We're going down to the White Shark and shoot some pooi.

I'm worried about Don.

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.

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

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