“I’ll appoint you my legal guardian if you’ll take the job, Della.”
“No dice,” she said. “You don’t want a guardian any more than you want domestic ties — but try and get out of my sight, after this, for very long at a time...”
He swung the car out toward the center of the road. “Look, baby,” he said, “I was watching the way Tragg drives when he has the siren going. It’s a technique all its own. You make your speed in between blocks, start to ride your brakes as you come to the intersection, then step on the throttle... Watch.”
She settled back against the cushions, watching his face, her eyes contented and amused as Mason sent the speedometer needle quivering up into the big figures.