Finlay and Baker looked at each other. Didn’t answer me.
Finlay leaned forward and shook his head.
He was rating his chances of staying alive like he would rate a credit application up at his office.
BAKER HAD BEEN GONE MAYBE TWENTY MINUTES. LONG enough to get back from Hubble’s place, wherever it was. I figured you could walk there and back in twenty minutes. This was a small town, right? A dot on the map. I figured you could walk anywhere and back in twenty minutes. On your hands. Although the town limits were pretty weird. Depended whether Hubble lived in town, or somewhere else within the outer boundaries. According to my experience, you were in town even when you were fourteen miles away. If that fourteen miles extended in all directions, then Margrave was about as big as New York City.
“Any idea where he’s working now?” I said.
He leaned back in his chair. Blew a sigh at the ceiling and shook his head.