“Okay, how about this,” I said. “Let’s backtrack, go through the campus woods on one of the dark paths, exit near the Ag Building, head for the arena, cross Route 51 near the softball fields—”
“—and follow the railroad tracks to University Park,” said Harry.
“That’s an excellent idea, Harry,” said Catherine with way too much enthusiasm.
“Well, actually, I thought I…aw, forget it,” I said.
“You had a good idea, crazy man,” said Harry.
“Crazy man…ha ha, that fits,” said Catherine with a bitter smile.
Harry grimaced. “I don’t care what we do, just as long as we don’t spend another night in the can!”
“The can? You mean you two spent a night in jail?” said Catherine.
“Well, uh, I guess,” I said.
“You guess?” said Harry. “What do you call a room with bars, beds without mattresses, a
