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“He wouldn’t give me a chance! I told him who I was.”
“Well, did he hear you?” Marshall asked the girls, “Did he hear her?”
They only shrugged, but Bernice shifted her voice into high gear and cried,
“Is this voice loud enough for you? I employed it last night while he slapped
the cuffs on me!”
“Welcome to Ashton.”
“I’ll have his badge!”
“It’ll only turn your chest green.” Hogan held up his hand to halt another
outburst. “Hey, listen, it isn’t worth the trouble …”
“There are different schools of thought!”
“Bernie …”
“I have some things I would love to print, four columns wide, all about
Supercop and that do-nothing cretin of a chief! Where is he, anyway?”
“Who, you mean Brummel?”
“He has a very handy way of disappearing, you know. He knows who I
am. Where is he?”
“I don’t know. I couldn’t reach him this morning.”
“And he turned his back last night!”
“What are you talking about?”
Suddenly she clammed up, but Marshall read her face clear as a bell: Make
sure you ask me later.
Just then the big gate opened and in came Jimmy Dunlop.
“We’ll discuss it later,” said Marshall. “All set, Jimmy?”
Jimmy was too intimidated by the yells, demands, hoots, and jeers coming
from the cages to answer right away. But he did have the key to the cell in his
hand, and that said enough.
“Step away from the door, please,” he ordered.
“Hey, when’s your voice gonna change?” was characteristic of the answers
he got. They did move away from the door. Jimmy opened it, Bernice
stepped out quickly, and he slammed it shut again behind her.
“Okay,” he said, “you’re free to leave on bail. You’ll be notified of the
date for your arraignment.”
“Just return my purse, my press card, my notepad, and my camera!”
Bernice hissed, heading for the door.