CHAPTER 11“You shouldn’t have come out here, Miss Van Holt.”
Sergeant Digges had left Jonas and the colored boy and was helping her the rest of the way out of her car.
“I had to come some time, Captain. When Dr. Smith said you were out here, now seemed the best time. After all, you know, I’m not what you call the…the shattered type. I can take it.”
“Where the hell does she get the brave little woman stuff?” Jonas thought. He had to admit it was effective. Even the colored boy was giving her a gloomy wall-eyed tribute. The two uniformed policemen had slid off the fender to their feet and the State trooper was standing beside his motorcycle. Jonas shook his head. Perhaps he was the one who was out of step. Just because he had seen her as sophisticate and she-devil was no reason for him to
