Chapter 10

The tail lights had been growing dim, but now, slowly, the cab began to gain. Other cars, headed for the ferry, shot out of the fog and into it, honking warning horns at the crazily lurching machine that burned the road in pursuit of the blue limousine. The stony faces of the three men in the cab never deviated from their straight glare into the gloom ahead. The speed of the big car was slackening. The driver of the cab grinned wryly. “He knows the ropes. Speed cop in this burg ahead lies awake nights thinking up n…