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“Maybe he will have left when we get back. If he’s still here I think I’m going to hit him.”
“You’d better come with me.”
“Rather. I’m not keen on getting into a bash with such a disgusting fellow.”
They went around the side of the building to the cobbled alley where the car was parked. Avery started the engine and drove out onto the street with the convertible top down and pressed on the accelerator. The exhaust roared against the pavement and echoed off the quiet buildings. The car, low-slung and flat with a wide wheelbase, could turn a corner with a slight twist of the steering wheel.
You couldn’t use all the gears except on the highway; and when he pushed down on the gas he felt the power pull him back in the leather seat. They went to the grocery store on Esplanade and bought a half case of beer. They put it on the front seat between them. Wally opened one of the warm beers on the bumper of the car by putting the cap against the metal edge and knocking it down with the palm of his hand until it popped loose. The beer foamed up over the front of his coat. He upended the bottle and drank fast, his throat working, to avoid spilling any more. Avery put the car into gear and pulled away from the curb and made a right turn into the Quarter.
“One-way street,” Wally said.
Avery stepped on the brake and put the car in reverse. He backed into a driveway to turn around. The exhaust throbbed against the stucco wall of the building. An automobile was coming down the street towards them. Avery waited for it to pass before he pulled out. It stopped in front of them and blocked the driveway. The headlights went out, and Avery saw the city police emblem on the door. He could hear the police calls coming over the mobile radio inside. The officer got out and walked towards them. He had a flashlight in his hand.
“Put the beer under the seat,” Avery said.
“There’s no room.”
“Cover it with your coat.”
Too late, old pal.”
The officer shone the large three-battery flashlight at them and into the car. The bottles were amber in the light. The officer was young and looked as though he hadn’t been on the police force long. He wore a tight, well-fitting light blue shirt and dark blue trousers with a black stripe down the side. He had a pistol and holster on his hip and a thick leather belt with the .45 cartridges protruding through the loops and handcuffs in a black leather case and a short billy with a spring and a lead weight in it. He was tall with dark hair and athletic features. There was a pair of sunglasses in his shirt pocket.
“Do you know this is a one-way street?” he said.
“I didn’t see the sign,” Avery said.
The officer shined the light on the bottles.
“Have you been drinking?”
“Not in the car.”
“Let me see your driver’s license, please.”
Avery took out his billfold and opened the celluloid viewers.
“Take it out of the wallet, please.”
Avery gave it to him. The officer looked at it under the flashlight.
“This expired last year, Broussard.”
“I didn’t look at the date on it.”
“I say, I’m the only one drinking, officer. This fellow is quite all right,” Wally said.
“You’ll have to come down to the station with me.”
“I’m not drunk,” Avery said.
“You have liquor in your possession and you’ve been drinking.”
“Look, couldn’t you give me the ticket and let it go?”
“Both of you get in my car, please.”
“I say,” Wally said.
