‘He’s fine,’ I said. ‘He wants you to go home.’ ‘Eddie, I can’t—’ ‘You have to, Penny,’ I said. ‘I’ll stay. Don’t make Danny worry about you while he’s fighting to get out of here.’ I turned to Jerry. ‘Will you take her home in the Caddy?’ ‘Sure, Mr G.’ ‘And stay with her,’ I said. ‘How you gonna get back?’ he asked. ‘You got that Elvis thing—’ ‘I’ll call you to come and get us when Danny gets out.’ ‘What about Elvis?’ ‘Don’t worry about him,’ I said. ‘I’ll take care of it.’ ‘Elvis?’ Penny asked. ‘Jerry will tell you on the way home,’ I said. ‘Go ahead, go.’ ‘Eddie …’ ‘Shoo!’ She pointed her finger at me and said, ‘Call me!’ ‘I will.’ Jerry ushered her out of the building. With Penny taken care of all I had to do was wait there for Danny’s lawyer, who I had met only once or twice before, in passing, but who I would know on sight. Jerry was right, though. I did have to deal with the Elvis thing.
