“That’s right: spend my money for me. How can I afford a fur coat?”
“You were a mug to have told her, anyway. You needn’t have. If you had used your head you could have cooked up some yarn.”
Parker nodded gloomily.
“I know. I’ve been thinking about that. I was a mug, but that sergeant rattled me.”
“We can’t stand here all day. Get in if you want to.”
“Well, all right,” Parker said, and got into the car. “But don’t think it’ll ever be the same between us, because it won’t.”
“Oh, shut up!” Ken said shortly. “You started the mess and you got what was coming to you.”
Parker gave him a surprised glance. He noticed Ken appeared to have acquired more character overnight. He looked tougher, more confident, and not the kind of man you’d pus** around.
“Who killed her?” Parker asked. “What happened?”
“I know as much as you do,” Ken lied. “I went to the police station, told the Lieutenant that I had been with Fay last night and waited to be arrested. He told me to go home as they had the killer. I didn’t wait for a second invitation. I went.”