so long, won't you?' she asked VanDyne, batting her eyes so effectively that VanDyne dropped his dispute with Jane and gave her his full attention.
Suzie had been gone only a minute when there was a knock on the door, and Shelley let in a man in a police uniform. He had a bundle of clothing for Edith's double and a big, aromatic paper bag with a grease stain on the bottom. 'Here's your lunch,' he said to Mel VanDyne.
“That's Chinese carryout!' Jane said.
“Right you are. My reward,' VanDyne said, starting to take little cartons out of the bag. 'You want some?”
Jane was famished, but Suzie's mention of the time had reminded her of her own responsibilities. 'Thanks, but I've got to go pick the kids up from school.”
Shelley went to the door with her. 'You'll come right back, won't you?”
Jane looked over Shelley's shoulder into the living room. Mel VanDyne smiled his dimpled smile and waved at her with a pair of chopsticks.
“I might be a little while. I think I'll stop and buy a wok and Chinese cookbook. Time I expanded a few of my horizons, don't you think?”
