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

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.

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.

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.

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?

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

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.

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.

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

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

I'm worried about Don.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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?

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.

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

About what?

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.

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

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