“I may be. I don’t know. Depends if my friend happens to be in,” Ken said cautiously. “How long can I keep it here?”
The attendant gave him a knowing little smile.
“All night if you want to. Lots of guys leave their cars here all night.”
Ken wondered uneasily if the old man guessed where he was going. He paid for the parking ticket.
“I bet I don’t see those four guys tonight,” the attendant went on, waving his hand towards the four cars. “This is a proper night-out district.”
Ken forced an uneasy smile.
“Is it? I didn’t know.”
The attendant gave him a wink.
“Nor did the other guys,” he said, and walked back to his hut.
By now dusk had fallen, and Ken felt fairly secure as he walked along Lessington Avenue.