"I haven't the faintest notion, Mr. Bending. Honestly. We were told to
stick with you until we got word to pick you up. We got that word just
shortly after you ... hm-m-m ... after you left us. Fortunately, we
found you at home. It might have been difficult ..."
"Can we go in my car?" Bending asked. "I'd rather not leave it unguarded
just now."
"Certainly. I'll go with you, and Steve can follow." He paused. "But I'm
afraid you'll have to take that revolver out of your pocket and put it
away."
"Sure," Bending said. "Sure."
* * * * *
Bending's mind simply refused to function during the drive back to the
city. The FBI agent beside him just sat silently while Sam drove the
car.