Anthony gunned the car down the street, turned left then right, and drove fast on the straightaway. He merged onto a more traveled road, cut around a slow driver, and made two more sudden turns.
Neither of them spoke.
"I think we lost him," Anthony finally said, breaking the silence. He was breathing hard. "Those old T models aren"t as fast as me."
"Do you know him?" Claire asked, wondering about Anthony"s reaction. She was no fan of the detective but why the need to flee?
"He"s a copper, fancies himself some big cheese. Ever since I got back to town, he"s put me behind the eight ball just waitin" to knock me into a hole."
"Why?" Claire asked. "He can"t do that if you haven"t done anything wrong."
"Because he"s a slicker on the take, and he"s angling for a promotion. Wants me to sing
