CHAPTER 3CON said, “I’ll get the car,” and Griselda smiled. Kathie wouldn’t be so eager for Con’s company when she viewed that model.
They stood there, not long, but conversation languished as always in idle waiting. She shouldn’t have heard what Kathie said to Walker; Shelley Huffaker’s headline in the night’s paper had sprung at her, and she stepped to the newsstand.
But Kathie had spoken too soon, too hurriedly, before Griselda was out of earshot. “Remember. Don’t mention her.” It wasn’t spoken gently, even her voice seemed changed, harsh.
Griselda didn’t hear the lieutenant’s answer. When she turned back, paper under her arm, Con had come through the door and Kathie’s window was again dressed.
They went into the always misted night. Con flourished, “Madame, the Duesenberg.” Kathie
