“Did you find anything?”
“No.”
Bertha snorted. “You’d have done a lot better to have stayed here and got a night’s sleep. All right, get the hell out and let Bertha get cleaned up. Where do we eat?”
“I’ll show you a place. Ever had a pecan waffle?”
“A what?”
“A waffle with pecans in it.”
“Good God, no! I’ll eat my nuts as nuts, and my waffles as waffles. And I’m going to check out of this hotel and go live in that apartment. We won’t have it a dead expense if I do that. When it comes to money matters, you—”
I slipped out into the corridor. The closing door bit off the rest of her sentence.
Chapter Three
Hale pushed away his plate so as to clear a place on the table in front of him. “I’m taking the ten-thirty plane to New York,” he said, “so I’ll have to talk while Mrs. Cool finishes her waffle — if you don’t mind, Mrs. Cool?”