The street narrowed and the shingles of the tilting houses were nearly touching above them. Hogan drew in a ragged breath. “I’ve got my Breezer round the back of the hotel. You going to tell me what the hell all that was?”
“I guess I got to.”
“You’re damn right.”
They slowed to a walk when they reached the central square. The local bulls were skirmishing around and there was nothing that caught a copper’s attention like running. You could get away with murder as long as you strolled out of the place looking bored.
The car was predictable. A Cadillac Phaeton in forest green. Vergil didn’t even care that it was a flash car bought with bad money by the time they reached it, he was just glad it was fast. They tore out of Innsmouth so quick his hat almost blew off.
They were only on the ro
