CHAPTER 14He hesitated an instant, seeing me sitting there, before he came on. I had the feeling that he’d have preferred my not being there, and started to get up.
“Don’t go…please,” Jennifer said quickly. “—Hello, Brad.”
“Hello, Jennifer… Diane.”
He looked like a man who’d planned under other circumstances to say something quite different. He stood a little awkwardly, fishing for a pack of cigarettes.
“Have they found out anything yet, Brad?”
“I don’t think they want to find out very much,” he said shortly. He shrugged. “Abbott and your friend John Michener had me on the carpet this morning.”
“What for?” I asked. Jennifer’s blue eyes had shuttered ever so warily.
“It seems they don’t believe Phyllis was going to marry me again, when she’d divorced Rusty.”
Jennifer stiffened…and I
