Chapter 14
THE HACKER said from the corner of his mouth, “Where we going, pal?”
“Just keep on driving,” McCloud said. He hefted the gun in his lap, suggestively. “You’re doing fine.”
The cab continued weaving in and out of dark side streets adjoining Wilshire Boulevard. Surprisingly, there was quite a lot of traffic. It was almost two o’clock in the morning. For the moment it appeared that they had successfully eluded Brannigan, though the driver had no doubt of the kind of dynamite he was carrying. The cab’s radio, tuned to the police band occasionally repeated McCloud’s description, and that of Sheila and Kenneth Mayo. Fortunately Brannigan had been too busy to get the hack’s license number, but it was only a question of time until the process of elimination would work in his favor. M
