ED'S voice was high-pitched and irritated. "You paged me 911. This better be an emergency."
"It is."
"Where are you now?"
"I'm in my car."
"Are you in imminent danger?"
"No."
Ed took a deep breath. "All right. We need to get our signals straight. Cornered in a shootout-that's a 911. Waking up in a bathtub of ice with a missing kidney. That's a 911."
"Look, this is extremely important. The cops are staking me out to catch Clyde. I managed to sneak out, and I only have a brief window." David yanked the Explorer over to the side of the road. "Where are you? I'm coming over."
"How do you know they're not following you?"
"Because I've been driving in loops and circles all over the city for the past hour and a half. I'm not as much of a dumb-ass as when you first met me."
"Jury's still out on that one, Spier."
"Where are you?"
"I don't take meetings at home."
"Where are you?"
Ed paused for a moment, as if debating with himself. "I'm at Five-thirty-four Federal, just south of Wilshire. Apartment Six."
"Thank you," David said. "Thank you. I'll be there in less than- " He stopped, looking up at the street sign ahead. "Where the hell am