I remembered my lecture to Lester about professionals. I had no comment. We swung off at Arlington and then right on Marlborough. Billy pulled up in front of my apartment.
”You’re going up a one-way street,“ I said to Billy.
”Geez, I hope there’s no cops around,“ Billy said.
I got out. ”Thanks,“ I said to Belson.
He got out too. ”I’ll walk up to your place with you.“
”With me? Frank, you old softy.“
”Quirk told me to get you inside safe. After that you’re on your own. We don’t run a baby-sitting service. Not even for you, baby.“
When I unlocked my apartment door, I noticed that Belson unbuttoned his coat. We went in. I looked around.
The place was empty. Belson buttoned his coat.
”Watch your ass,“ he said, and left.
The End