“Yes. I may be gone for a while. Take care of yourself.”
There was a strange look in her eyes. “You make it sound very final.”
“Oh, I’ll be back.”
We walked out. She followed me with her eyes until the door closed.
Just as we were getting out of the elevator, we met Bertha Cool. Bertha put on her best smile for Pellingham. “Heard the news, Donald?” she asked me.
“What?”
“Sergeant Rondler found the gun Cutler had used where it had been thrown out of the window of Edna Cutler’s apartment. A test bullet fired from it showed that it was the same gun that killed young Craig. Cutler’s yelling frame-up, but they’re really going to town with him now, giving him a real third degree.”
“That’s good.”
“Where are you two going?” Bertha asked.
“Just down the street a way. Walk along with us. Pellingham said he wanted to talk.”