"We're your friends. We're not like the others."
O Christ, I thought, he's gone around the bend. "No more of that talk," I said sharply. "Or I'll put the leeches on you" He grinned, seeming to understand. Luckily, the noise in the car was so awful-between the wind and the radio and the tape machine-that the kid in the back seat couldn't hear a word we were saying. Or could he?