“Who did the escorting?”
“From the way he acted, I would say he was a member of the local constabulary, but his tactics were a little too sophisticated for Oakview. I don’t think he was local. He must have had a friend who followed along behind in another car, or else he had one staked out for a get-away car. He left the agency heap. He even bought gas for it.”
“What makes you think he was a cop?”
“He looked like it, he talked like it, and he acted like it.”
She beamed at me, and said, “Donald, you do have the damnedest times.”
“Don’t I,” I said.
“Did you go back?”
“No. I didn’t go back.”
Her eyes hardened. “Why not?”
“The climate,” I said, “isn’t so hot. They have malaria. There are mosquitoes.”