Chapter 16
IT SEEMED to McCloud that he was spending his life in taxicabs, either by himself or in the company of guys who were nothing but liabilities. He felt a deep sense of injury at this. For a man as fond of peace and quiet as he, he certainly was enjoying precious little of it.
Felix snored, and the cab rocked on, and presently McCloud leaned forward and yelled in the driver’s ear. “Hey, you want to get us pinched?”
“It’d be practically a relief,” the hacker yelled back. He slowed up, though. “You kill anybody back there?”
“How would I know?” McCloud demanded resentfully. It occurred to him that the hacker thought he had hijacked D’Arcy’s games. “Look, pal, just to relieve your conscience, if you’ve got any, my friend and I were the victims, not the aggressors.”
“Hah!”
McCloud
