CHAPTER TWELVE
Wallace leaned on the window of the Porsche and looked at the three people squeezed into the front seat. He was in a battered state but he managed a smile. "I've had all the brawls and scandal that I want for one day, so if you people will excuse me. I'll get back upstairs. I've got to flee this town." He spoke to Jacqueline who was wearing a raincoat she had taken from him. "One of these days I'll tell people about this but I don't think anyone will believe me."
"Get away from me!" She spoke with her chin held high, her eyes front.
Bertini was staggering down the street. His hastily donned tuxedo was filthy, his shirt collar torn and his face bloody.
The four people watched him lurch, blend in with the gloomy shadows of the night and eventually disappear from sight.
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