'You killed them! I can't go with you! You killed them!'
'You can't not go with me,' Johnny said. 'Get dressed!'
Those words made an impact. She shuddered, then making an effort, she opened her closet and took from it the man's shirt and the stretch pants. Her closet was pathetically bare: a cheap cotton dress, a pair of worn Levis, a pair of broken-down shoes.
She pulled on her panties and the stretch pants. 'You want to take any of this other junk?'
'No.'
'Come on.' He waited until she had put on the shirt and run a comb through her hair, then he led her into the living-room. 'You've got to write a letter to Ed. Got any writing paper?'
Shaking, she sat at the table.
'In that drawer.'
He found a block of cheap notepaper and an envelope. He found a biro.
'Write this: Dear Ed. I'm sick of it here. I'm going with Johnny. We love each other, Freda.'
Somehow she wrote the note, her hand shaking. Johnny put it in the envelope and laid it on the table.
'Let's go!'
He picked up his suitcase and, taking her by her arm, he hurried her across the jetty to the Lincoln.
As he started the motor, he looked at his strap watch. The time was o6.4o. At best, he thought, they had a three hour start before Luigi would begin to wonder where the two apes had got to. Then he would investigate, phone, and the organization would swing into action.
In a car like this you could go some way in three hours.
Driving steadily, with Freda still in shock at his side, he headed for the freeway.
TEN
They had been driving for over an hour in silence. Johnny kept the car moving but he was careful to keep just under the speed limit. He knew it would be a disaster for both of them if they were stopped by a speed cop. He longed to let the powerful car out and put more mileage behind him, but he restrained him- self.
He by-passed Daytona Beach, anxious not to get snarled up in any heavy traffic, and kept on up highway 1, heading north. As he drove, his mind was active. From time to time, he glanced at Freda who was staring through the windshield, her face white, her eyes blank. He could see the shock was still hitting her. Well, now they were out in the open, he thought and in a stolen car. He was safe enough for another two hours, then he would have to get rid of the car.
All kinds of problems crowded in on him, but he refused to be panicked. They now knew he was wearing a beard so that had to come off. They knew he wore khaki drill. He would have to change his clothes. Salvadore would give them a description of Freda. He looked at her blonde, silky hair. That was like a beacon to anyone hunting for them. That would have to be fixed.
Suddenly she said, 'Where are we going?'
He drew in a deep breath of relief.
'How are you feeling, baby?'
'I'm all right.' Her voice was shaky. 'Where are we going?'
'We're driving north. We have another two hours before they start wondering. In two hours we'll be at St. David's Bay. We'll stop there. It's a vacation town: packed with tourists and cars. We'll have to get rid of this car. Don't worry. Take it easy. Leave it to me.'
'Oh, Johnny, I'm frightened!' She put her hand on his thigh. 'Did you have to kill them?'
'I warned you, baby, this is the Mafia. You kill or get killed,' Johnny said quietly. 'I still think we have a chance. I'll tell you now: there's $186,000 in those bags. I'm telling you because you are now in this mess as much as I am. I'm sorry, but you are and you've got to realize it. There's still a good chance we can get the money and get away with it.'
'A hundred and eighty-six thousand!' Her voice shot up. 'But, Johnny, that's a fortune!'
'That's it. Well, you know now. It's a gamble: our lives against that money. If I get it, we'll share it. I mean that.'
'So what do we do?'
'When we get to St. David's Bay, go to a hairdresser and get them to tint your hair any colour you like, but the word will have gone out to look for a blonde. I'll get this beard off. We've got to buy clothes. I've got the money. You don't have to worry about that. Then we've got to ditch this car. We'll take a Greyhound bus to Brunswick. There we'll hole up and wait. We have enough money. We can wait two months if we have to. Then when my contact in East City tells me the heat is off, we go collect the money.'
'Do you think we'll get it?'
'If we don't, we're dead,' he said, knowing this was the truth.
It was 09.50 when they drove into St. David's Bay. Johnny saw a vast free car park by the beach crammed with cars and caravans.
'This is where we ditch the car.' He drove into the car park. It took him several minutes to find a space, but he found one. 'From now on we walk.'
