or Iâm going to be late picking up your old man, and heâll be ticked.â
He got in the car and drove away, leaving us standing in the alley.
I looked uncertainly at Pink. âMaybe itâs not safe for you to hang around me. This guy doesnât care who he runs over, as long as Iâm included.â
âYou think it was the same guy? Two different cars?â Pink asked. He was as shaken as I was.
âProbably. Although there was a driver and another guy who grabbed Willie, so there must be at least two conspirators. And with the yellow cab, there might be a third. It doesnât matter much, does it? Come on, Ernieâs right, letâs get where there are people.â
There were still plenty of them around. The florists had been allowed to come in the front way, but everybody else was coming and going in the service elevator. For once Mom wasnât on the phone, and she was smiling about the latest delivery.
âIt looks beautiful,â she was telling a slim young man who was on his way out. âThank you so much.â
She turned around and saw us. âJoel, for heavenâs sake, what have you got all over yourself? And Pink, too? What have you been doing?â
âDiving into some garbage to keep from being run over,â I told her.
Her alarm made me wish Iâd worded it differently, but the meaning would have been the same. âJoel! Are you all right?â
âYeah,â I explained. âErnie said to come back up here and stay where there are people.â
âI think I should call the police,â Mom said at once, and herded us into the study where it was quiet enough to call.
âTheyâre sending over an officer,â she told us when she got off the phone. âBefore he gets here, change your clothes. Donât throw these in the washer or anything,â she added hastily, âbecause he may want to see them. Iâm going to call your father and insist that he come home at once.â
âErnieâs picking him up as soon as he gets the stuff on your list,â I told her. âIâll get Pink some of my clothes.â
We found some more scrapes and bruises, none of them serious. But I couldnât stop shaking. Pink wasnât too relaxed, either.
We had to tell the whole story to Mark and Sophie. Sophie was horrified, Mark intrigued. âWow! You arenât having to make up much of this one, are you? If heâs tried twice to get you to shut you up, Joey, heâll probably try again.â He said it almost with satisfaction.
Sophie was indignant. âYouâre a lot of help,â she snapped. âMaybe something to drink would calm you both down,â she said to Pink and me.
âIâm not allowed to drink anything alcoholic,â Pink said. âThough maybe my folks would make an exception under the circumstances . . .â
âI wasnât talking alcoholic, silly,â Sophie said. âHot cocoa, maybe. Thatâs what they gave all of us, that time John Abbott fell through the ice on the pond up at Grandma Charlotteâs, and we all thought heâd drowned. Shall I make some?â
âCouldnât hurt,â Pink agreed.
And I added, âThanks, Soph.â
âHe must think you can identify him,â Mark pressed. âMaybe he doesnât want you to find his picture in a mug book, so he wants to finish you off before you can look. Or before you can describe him for a police artist.â
âHow does he know Iâm supposed to do that?â I demanded, whacking a palm on the top of my dresser. âThe police visit was supposed to be secret!â
âHeâs probably got an inside person, feeding him information. Maybe Junieâs his spy,â Mark said, laughing.
âOh, shut up. We donât need any of your stupid remarks. You donât know what it feels like to wonder if somebodyâs trying to kill