"Having me shadowed, and all that sort of thing.

And I've got business south and want to be left alone to do it.

Darn these women!" he exploded suddenly.
Bud mentally said amen, but kept his mouth shut upon his sympathy with the sentiment.
"Foster's my name.

Now here's a key to the garage at this address." He handed Bud a padlock key and an address scribbled on a card.

"That's my place in Oakland, out by Lake Merritt.