Timothy Rourke came to his feet when Shayne stepped from the elevator. He hurried to the detective, his eyes burning with curiosity in their deep sockets. “What goes, Mike?”
Shayne paused to confess, “I forgot to mention that the Press was waiting downstairs. But go on up, Tim. You’ll get plenty of dynamite for a headline, if you have the guts to print it.”
He brushed past the reporter and was halfway across the lobby when Ann Margrave came up to him. She caught his arm with desperate fingers and said intensely, “I’ve got to talk to you. How about you buying me a drink?”
Shayne said, “Fine. Here? Or some place else?”
“Some place else,” she said with decision. “If Father saw us together he’d kill me.”
“I’ve got a car outside. Let’s go.”
Chapter ten
They were both silent as Shayne wheeled the borrowed car out of the Roney driveway onto Collins Avenue and turned north. Ann Margrave sat tense and still beside him, staring ahead, her gloved hands gripping the small purse in her lap.
He drove north a few blocks, turned west on a side street, and pulled up in front of a small restaurant and bar where he knew the drinks were good and there would be few customers at this hour.
They went into a long, air-conditioned room with a small bar near the entrance.