“Somebody following you?”
“That’s right. But he won’t bother you. The minute you leave he’ll come storming into the store. Okay?”
“Okay,” he said stolidly.
I got out of the cab noticing that their cab was about forty feet back and waiting. I nodded to the driver and went into the store. I started through it and then stopped at a counter. I bought an Italian wine liter for a dollar.
“Is there another way out of the store,” I asked the salesgirl, “than the Taylor Street entrance?”
“Yes, sir,” she said. “That way.” She pointed.
I followed her directions and soon found myself out on another street. I didn’t bother to see what street it was. I was in luck. A passenger was just getting out of a taxi. I climbed in and told the driver to go to Broadway.
I had checked several times, and when
