Woody snapped out of his trance long enough to
notice my interest in the rear view mirror. He jerked
his head around for a few seconds then snapped it
back toward me.
“We’re being followed?”
I nodded. “For a couple of blocks now.”
He watched the scenery as we cruised down a
residential street. “I’ve been at your sisters once with
you and I don’t believe we are headed in the right
direction.”
“Don’t worry.” I said. “I didn’t want to lead them
to Kathy’s. I thought I’d drag them in the wrong
direction – then shake them.”
“Good plan, gumshoe.”
“Don’t call me a gumshoe. That’s only for TV
detectives and Bogart movies. “
“Okay, shamus. The game’s afoot!”
“Now you’re mixing up your genres, Woody.” I
took a left and a right, then another right.
“Can I borrow your gun? Then I can lean out the
window and when they get close enough …”
“Don’t even think about it.”
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