Knapp dived for the gun, but Ronnie James kicked it away.
Shayne left the mopping up to Squire and the Homicide people, and joined Rourke in the press box.
Ronnie’s passing had improved. Maxwell connected with a long forty-five-yard field goal, then with another from the forty. But a quarterback can control a football game completely only when he is attempting to lose. Ronnie was at the mercy of his own defense, which never succeeded in stopping New York. New York won by thirteen, and Rourke threw his torn-up program in the air.
“I was worried there for a minute.”
Shayne, beside him, had his field glasses on the Zacharias’s box. Sid Zacharias was pulling at his wife’s arm. Chan shook him off and looked up at the press-box windows through binoculars of her own. She located Shayne.
One of her eyebrows lifted in a faint, elegant shrug. She gave her focussing knob a deliberate half-twist, sending Shayne’s face out of focus, and then she put the glasses away and went with her husband.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17