CHAPTER 26“We can’t go to the airport.” Sibyl gripped his wrist. “I have to see Hay-Hay, find out about—”
“Madame Marbola?” His lips were close to her ear; he spoke softly. “I found out about her. At Hay-Hay’s motel room. She’s dead.”
“Brrr!” She shuddered. “Another…of the Lois things?”
“Same style, same weapon, probably the same stabber.”
“Then—if the gypsy’s been murdered—how can we learn where Timmy is?”
“Tell you on the plane…if we get to the airport without being picked up.” He knew very well those troopers had seen the taxi make that fast turnaround in the Old Plantation driveway and speed off toward town. Yet the cop car wasn’t pursuing the cab. Only reason could be that they had a two-way, short wave, were calling other cars to converge on the area, set up road blocks. “Driver
