“Probably make some of her patients nervous,” I said.
“You want me to pull the cruiser off?” Belson said.
“No,” I said.
“Okay,” Belson said. “Coupla things. One, you must be getting very close to finding out something they don’t want you to know.”
“Seems so,” I said.
“You know what it is?”
“I’m developing some theories,” I said.
“Good. We’ll talk about that,” Belson said. “But right now, I figure that they aren’t going to quit.”
“They don’t appear to be quitters,” I said.
“No,” Belson said. “But right at the moment they probably think they killed you.”
“They probably do,” I said.
“Might be smart to let them keep thinking so,” Belson said.
“You have a plan?” I said.
“About half a plan,” Belson said. “Say we slip you out the back way, and you stay in a motel or someplace?”
“No,” I said.
“No?” Belson said.
“Frank,” I said. “The only connection we got with them is their attempts to kill me. They think I’m dead and we lose that.”
“For crissake,” Belson said. “You hadn’t tossed your overnight bag on the bed, you would be dead.”
“But that wasn’t just luck,” I said. “I tossed it because I had spotted the guy in the car outside and was in a hurry to get a better look through my front window.”
“That’s weak,” Belson said. “You think you can keep them from killing you until we catch them.”
“Yes.”
“You’re fucking insane,” Belson said.
“Yeah, but I have access to a good shrink,” I said.
Belson nodded.
“Bedroom will have to be cleaned up,” Belson said. “Window will have to be replaced. And the super isn’t gonna do it.”
“True,” I said.
“And you’ll need a new bed.”
“Also true,” I said.
“So you’ll have to go someplace for a few days at least,” Belson said. “I can slide you out the back way in case anyone is trying to tail you.”
“If someone’s trying to tail me,” I said, “let’s go out the front door and let him, and maybe we can catch him.”
“Nobody’s gonna tail us without one of us spotting the tail.”
“Not possible,” I said. “And if he makes a move at me, you can throw yourself into the line of fire.”
“That is absolutely one of my favorite parts of police work,” Belson said.
“Especially,” I said, “if it’s me you’re taking the bullet for.”
“Especially,” Belson said. “But just in case nobody tails us and we don’t catch him, and I don’t take a bullet for you, how about backup?”
I shook my head.
“Vinnie?” Belson said.
“Nope.”
“West Coast guy, Latino, helped you save my life when I got shot,” Belson said.
“Chollo,” I said.
“How about him?” Belson said. “Or the big queer from Georgia.”
“Tedy Sapp,” I said.
“Maybe one of them?”
I shook my head.
“This one’s mine,” I said.
Belson was silent for a while, nodding slowly.
