Sergeant Holcomb clamped his lips shut. “Okay,” he said. “Don’t leave here until I tell you you can… That your car?”
“Yes.”
“Who’s the other one belong to?”
“Mrs. Tidings… Mrs. Tidings, may I present Sergeant Holcomb?”
Sergeant Holcomb didn’t remove his hat. “What are you to him?” he asked.
“His wife.”
“Living with him?”
“No. We’ve separated.”
“Divorced?”
“No, not yet… That is, no. I haven’t divorced him.”