CHAPTER TEN
"Yes, officer, i did instruct this young lady to deliver my car to Mr. Bertini. But it was just a loan, not an outright gift." Wallace, dressed in a lounging robe and slippers stood in the doorway of his duplex explaining the situation to the policemen. "I was considering selling the Ferrari in exchange for a ... ah ... sum of money."
Bertini, flanked by the two policemen snarled. Jacqueline had seized the advantage to slip inside, beyond his reach and he cursed his ill luck. "You know that I said you'd get that dough, later."
"I don't sell cars on promises, Bertini. Goodnight. And thank you, gentlemen, too. I can understand your apprehension. After all, it must have seemed rather strange to you both, but I trust my explanations have cleared up the situation." He closed the
