Rick Corday watched the man knock on Jill's ground-floor door. He wondered who he was. This was his second visit tonight.
He waited until Jill appeared silhouetted in the yellow light of the doorframe and invited the man inside.
Rick then got out of his car and crossed the street. He had parked almost a block away from Jill's.
He walked up to the man's car and shone his light inside. All the forms, the nightstick and portable siren told him immediately what the man was. A police detective.
He walked back to his car. He wanted to eat something. A hamburger with lots of onions would be good. And he wanted to think about what this meant, that Jill Coffey had a friend who was a police detective.