Description:
Glen's mind seemed to move as fast as the state highway beneath the Cadillac's rolling wheels. He wasn't quite sure this was really happening to him. It seemed more like one of those bad dreams. But it was happening. He had felt the warm blood of a murder victim as the blood splattered on his face. Even more, he was the one hunted. After all the crimes he had actually committed he was trapped by one that he had had no part in. He
had been in Dalten Van Carter's bedroom, in his very bed when it happened. He had been Glen in Glenda's clothing. The police would know and they would find him. Glen's identification was in that velvet purse. They would find the blood soaked circle of pink nightgown at the foot of the bed where he had let it lay when it fell around his feet. They would grill the colored boy until he told them everything he knew; everything that had gone on in that apartment prior to the murder. Maybe they couldn't touch him for the murder. But everything else would be lost. Glen and Glenda would be known. He would be of no further use to the syndicate. No one remained a part of the syndicate if they were of no use to them. All they received was a big, all expense paid, funeral.
