She finally did. Curiosity, a trait of the Bannermans who bore the Cat label.
"That Lieutenant Travers . . . he let you go. What happened?"
"Nothing. I just told him who I was and where I was going. He checked on it."
"Are we going there now?"
"Uh-huh."
"Can you tell me?"
I looked at her and laughed. "It may interfere with our honeymoon, but it might be exciting at that. I'm picking up an escaped prisoner in New York and driving him back to the coast."
Amazement was written all over her. "But I thought you . . . you . . ."
"Police, doll. I was going east on a vacation and they let me have the assignment to save expenses."
"Oh, Cat . . ."
"Now I'll be like that millionaire cop on the TV show. Should be fun." I patted her leg and she snuggled up against me, warm and soft. "We'll have the honeymoon when we get back," I said.