CHAPTER 10SURPRISE PARTY
A DRINK was what I wanted. I went to get a bottle. The living room was deserted, but I could hear Tommy Twotoes’ voice in the study, talking on the telephone.
“Yes, Lieutenant Romano,” I heard him say, “be here tonight at six. I will turn Danise’s murderer over to you.”
I grabbed a blue crock and went back to my room. One thing was clear. I had to get out of there as soon as it was dark.
Finally it was dark, and black skies spilled rain in a splashing torrent. I donned the trench coat and peaked cap, thrust the brandy bottle in a pocket, then slipped out the back door, and made for the woods.
It was a nightmare. I slipped in the viscous mud, stumbled over roots, catapulted into trees, fell into deep puddles. There was no world except one of rain and mud and ut
