Call After Midnight, page 23
Parenti and a young policeman came in. Parenti said to Peter, “We all make mistakes. It looked cut and dried, you and your former wife giving each other alibis. I guess,” he said handsomely, “I couldn’t see the forest for the trees.”
Peter said obscurely but as handsomely, “Not at all.”
Parenti addressed Cal. “The laboratory will need your car for a while. He’ll take you in to town.” He nodded at the young policeman.
“Are you sure you want to leave Peter?” Cal said to Jenny. His voice was cool and impersonal, his eyes very watchful.
But she had already left Peter, Jenny thought; she had run from his hands that would have held her, as fast as she could, to Cal. “Yes,” she said.
Peter stood on the steps and watched them leave. Skipper went with them; he bounded into the car and Peter said in his most stately way that Jenny could keep the dog if she wanted him. Victor turned up from somewhere, his hand under Peter’s elbow; he said, cheerfully, “Things will be okay, Mr. Vleedam.” Mrs. Brown came out, her flowered kimono brilliant, and stood at Peter’s other elbow. Somebody would always take care of Peter.
Skipper clambered into the front seat after a while and growled at toll gates and traffic as they neared the city. They were on the East Side Drive when the policeman. said over his shoulder, “Where now, Mr. Calendar?”
Cal roused from some deep thought. “I don’t exactly know,” he said. “But I’ve got an idea—oh, you mean my address. Cross here on Eighty-fifth Street—”
The sudden swerve threw Jenny against Cal, into his arms; he held her there.
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