“I didn’t realize you’d gone to so much trouble on my account, Sergeant,” Conway said in all honesty. “And I’m truly grateful to you. You haven’t missed a trick.”
Chapter twelve
Conway signed a receipt for the car, and a mechanic brought it out as Larkin drove into the garage in the police car.
“I’ll ride with Mr. Conway,” Bauer said. “You follow us out to the house.”
“Car seems to be all right,” Conway said. “What have they been doing with it all this time?”
“They take it apart, they analyze everything, they put it together, and finally figure out the guy who done it was under nine feet tall because he didn’t poke a hole in the roof with his head. They drive me crazy, those scientifics.”
“I can believe that,” Conway said.
“Betty home?” the detective asked.
“She was when I left. I promised to take her for a drive this afternoon — show her some of the town.”
“I wouldn’t say anything about this Taylor business to her,” Bauer said.