Without knowing how it came to be morning, Jack heard and smelled room service breakfast in the living room. Judith was at the table, sipping coffee over the New York Times. "Yankees won in the ninth," she said. "One zip."
She was happy to tell him the news as if nothing had happened last night to find her otherwise. She poured coffee for him and handed him the sports section. Under the silver dome there were poached eggs on English muffins with a side order of sausages. She was smiling at him, contented with her multiple victories. He was being pardoned, he guessed; she had punished him enough. Her seductive smile even suggested a bedding after breakfast if he played his cards right.
"There's some bad news," he told her. "Seems like they arrested Ruby Coles for that murder."
Since this came at her out of the blue, Judith was baffled.
"What?" she said.
"I called, spoke to her brother," he said.
"Oh? Why'd you do that?"
"I wanted to talk to her. To see how she was and all."
"I don't understand, Jack." Her tone was loaded with displeasure. Why would he want to talk to that woman?
"I was thinking, Judith. Maybe I ought to go back there."
"What! To that town?" She made a face, unable to say its name. "What in hell for?"
"She didn't kill him, Judith."