“Did you hear what that cop said?” I asked, through tight lips. “About that crazy dame being next to my girl? Did you hear it? Did you think what it means?”
“Yes,” he said sullenly.
“Oh no, you didn’t,” I snarled at him. “But put Laura in my girl’s shoes and then ask yourself how you’d like it.”
I saw his face stiffen; he didn’t say anything.
The drab stone building of the jail reared above us. Sunlight baked the granite walls. It was a lost, forlorn place, and it chilled me to look at it.
I stopped before the two large oak and iron gates. On the right of the gates was a small lodge. Two cops came out carrying automatic rifles.
“Hello, Maxison,” one of them said. “We’ve been expecting you.”
“Can we go in, Franklin?” Maxison said. “These new regulations are confusing me.”
“It’s all hooey,” Franklin said, scowling. “Sure, you can go in I’ll open the gate for you.”
As he moved to the gates he caught sight of me. He turned back.