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people involved.
The maroon Jaguar leaped around Dingley Circle. It
flew past the pharmacy, where Luke Packer and Polly
Hedgerow stood in the door. "Jeez." Luke whistled.
"Look at that car!"
Polly frowned. "So what? What's he trying to
prove?"
Abruptly, Luke agreed. "Yeah, some men feel like
they have to use a car or a gun for a phallic symbol.
That's one thing I like about Ben Rough's detective,
Roderick Steady. He just takes the bus."
In the center of the semicircular drive, gravel white
as a crescent moon in the lawn of the Dingley Country
Club, two African Americans stood beside an old
Rolls-Royce. One, Lance noticed, was female. She had
a very attractive body. "Hi there. Bill Deeds! What you
up to?" Lance flung his bare leg over the door of his car
and jumped out.
"This your daughter? How do you do, don't think
we've met."
"Granddaughter. Ruth, this is Mr. Abernathy's boy."