'You stay out of this, buddy. I'm her legal guardian.'
I halted and shook the cobwebs out of my brain. It was exactly what he had been waiting for. He let go with a haymaker that got me on the corner of the chin and knocked me sprawling. He grabbed the girl and practically threw her into the cab. By the time that I was on my feet he was around to the driver's side and peeling out. I took a flying leap and made the roof just as he took off. I was almost thrown off, but I clawed through about five layers of paint to stay on. Then I reached through the open window and got him by the neck. He cursed and grabbed my hand.
He yanked, the truck spun crazily off the ledge of a steep embankment.
The last thing I remember is the nose of the truck pointing straight down. Then my enemy saved my life by viciously yanking my arm. I tumbled off just as the truck plunged over the cliff. I landed hard, but the rock I landed on was harder. Everything slid away.
Something cool touched my brow as I came to. The first thing I saw was the flashing red light on top of the official looking car parked by the embankment. I sat bolt upright and soft hands pushed me down. Nice hands, the hands of the girl who had landed me into this mess. Then there was a Highway Patrolman over me and an official voice said, 'The ambulance is coming. How do you feel?'
'Bruised,' I said and sat up again. 'But tell the ambulance to go away.
I'm all right.'
I tried to sound flippant. The last thing I needed after last night’s ‘job’
was the police.
'How about telling me about it?' the policeman said, producing a notebook. Before I answered, I walked over to the embankment.
My stomach flipped over backwards. The panel truck was nose- deep in California dirt and my sparring partner was turning that good California soil into a reddish mud with his own blood. He lay grotesquely sprawled half in, half out of the cab. The photographers were getting their pictures. He was dead. I turned back. The patrolman looked at me as if he expected me to throw up, but, after my new job, my stomach was admirably strong.
18
'I was driving out of the Belwood district, 'I said, 'I came around that curve...'
I told the rest of the story with the girl's help. Just as I finished the ambulance came to a halt. Despite my protestations and those of my still-unnamed girl friend, we were hustled into the back. Two hours later we had a clean bill of health from the patrolman and the doctors and we were requested to be witnesses at the inquest set for the next week.
I saw my car at the curb. It was a little worse for wear, but the flats had been replaced. There was a witnessed bill on the dash for a wrecker, tires, and clean-up squad! It came to about $250.00 half of the last night's pay-check.
'You look preoccupied,' the girl said.
I turned to her. 'Um, yeah. Well, we almost got killed together this morning, how about telling me your name and having lunch together?'
'Okay,' she said. 'The name's Vicki Pickford. Yours?'
'Danny,' I said unemotionally as we pulled away from the curb. I switched the subject rapidly. 'What was going on this morning? Did I hear that guy say that he was your legal guardian?'
'Yes' she replied.
I laughed. 'The name is Danny Gerad. You'll get that out of the afternoon papers.'
She smiled gravely. 'All right. He was my guardian. He was also a drunkard and an all-around crumb.' Her cheeks flamed red. The smile was gone. 'I hated him and I'm glad he's dead.'
She gave me a sharp glance and for a moment I saw fear shine wetly in her eyes; then she recovered her self- control. We parked and ate lunch. Forty minutes later I paid the check out of my newly acquired cash and walked back out to the car.
'Where to?' I asked.
'Bonaventure Motel,' she said. 'That's where I'm staying.'
She saw curiosity jump into my eyes and sighed, 'All right, I was running away. My Uncle David caught up with me and tried to drag me back to the house. When I told him I wouldn't go, he dragged me out to the truck. We were going around that curve when I wrenched the wheel out of his hands. Then you came along.'
She closed up like a clam and I didn't try to get any more out of her.
There was something wrong about her story. I didn't press her. I drove her into the parking lot and killed the engine.
'When can I see you again?' I asked. 'A movie tomorrow?'
'Sure,' she replied.
'I'll pick you up at 7.30,' I said and drove out, thoughtfully pondering the events that had befallen me in the last twenty-four hours.
19
Chapter Five
When I entered the apartment the phone was ringing. I picked it up and Vicki, the accident and the bright workaday world of suburban California faded into the half-world of phantom-people shadows. The voice that whispered coldly out of the receiver was Weinbaum's.
'Troubles?' He spoke softly, but there was an ominous tone in his voice.
'I had an accident,' I replied.
'I read about it in the paper...' Weinbaum's voice trailed off.
Silence hung between us for a moment and then I said, 'Does this mean you're canning me?'
