Frey looked at Mogin. The short, heavy guy shrugged.
"Is that all, Miss Hennifer?" Frey asked.
"That's all I've got to say." She stopped sobbing. Her topaz eyes were dull now. "Are you going to take me away?"
Frey shook his head. "We can't take you away. We're not cops."
She stared. "Then—what are you?"
Frey shrugged. "Maybe we're just a couple of damn fools."
He nodded to Mogin. They went out of Daisy Hennifer's suite.
They were walking toward the coupe. Mogin was saying, "It's almost three."
"We'll have something to eat and we'll go back and sit in the coupe and wait a while," Frey said. He put his hand in his change pocket and took out two half dollars, three quarters, six dimes, four nickels. "We'll eat a classy lunch on this," he said. "Then we'll wait around for a little while and we'll see where Daisy Hennifer goes."