He got the address from telephone information, but the address meant nothing to him. Rural Route #7, Pahrump, Nevada. Where in the hell was Pahrump, Nevada? He decided Barbara Blaine might be able to help. He picked up the phone to call her, then reasoned it might be better to see her face-to-face. Making love with an unidentified woman in pitch darkness can, after a time, become a disruptive influence on the powers of ratiocination. Hawker wanted a clear mind for the work ahead. Besides, he was growing anxious as hell to find out whom he had slept with the previous night. He telephoned downstairs to the deskman. The deskman had recovered his composure and his European accent. After being reassured that Kevin Smith had been transported to the hospital and was in good condition, Hawker asked that a car be sent around for his use. As he stepped outside, he saw the bellboy dangling the keys to the Jaguar in his hand. Hawker took them wordlessly and slid in behind the wheel. The bullet hole in the windshield had been fixed, no questions asked.
