Joe tossed Judy a wink. “I have the feeling that the good guys are going to be all right now.”
The pale girl couldn’t help herself. “Dr. Corday too?”
Joe could feel eyes boring into the back of his neck. The ears of Homicide would be tuned in like dish antennas. What did he care? He was going to marry into quite a wad of money soon. “Him especially,” Joe said, and winked again. “He can take care of himself. If I was him I’d be going back to Europe as soon as I could.”
“The airports will be watched,” Judy worried weakly.
“There are night flights, aren’t there?” Kate commented. Let Homicide try to make something out of that. And Joe could hear Charley Snider’s shoeleather creaking quietly out of the room.
“Oh, Kate,” said pale Judy from her bed, “are you really all right now?”
“I think so. Listen, Jude. You and I are going to have a lot of things to compare notes on, when we get the chance.”
“Oh, yes. Yes, we are.”
“And then,” said Kate, “I think we’d all benefit from a winter vacation somewhere.”
“Great weather to go south,” Joe put in.
Judy took thought. “Yes, going somewhere to rest up sounds like fun. Only . . .”
“What?”
“Maybe not south . . . they say the off-season is a great time to visit Europe.” Judy’s eyes had begun to glow, to dance a little. With one finger she picked at a spot, a tiny pimple maybe, on her throat.