CHAPTER 15The police car didn’t try to catch up with me. Not at first. It merely followed.
Keeping well below the city speed limit, I turned into the next cross street. It turned after me. I made another unnecessary turn. It was still there, half a block behind.
The next turn I took was in the direction of the Cafe du Palais. Slowing to a crawl when I reached it, I looked inside. There were a lot of people, but if Gabrielle was one of them I couldn’t spot her. I cruised on, looking for a parking place. For two more blocks there was no legal spot in sight, and with the cop car on my tail I wasn’t about to take any other kind.
Then I entered a big open square with a half-empty parking area on the other side of it. As I came to a halt there the police car rolled slowly past me.
It stopped
