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"I don't know what the hell you're talking about!"
"Yes you do!" she said, and Matt saw that she was on the edge of tears.
"What's wrong with me being a cop?" Matt asked softly.
"If you don't know, I certainly can't tell you."
"Jesus!"
"I'm tired," she said. "And a little drunk. I'm going to bed."
"It's early," he protested.
She walked away with a little wave.
"Call you in the morning before you go?"
There was no reply to that, either.
"Shit," Matt said aloud.
Thirty minutes later, just as Matt had decided she wasn't coming back out of the house, and as he had indicated to the bartender that he would like another Scotch and soda, easy on the soda, his father touched his arm and announced, "I've been looking for you."
I am about to get hell, Matt decided. The party is just about over, and I have not danced with my mother. Actually I haven't done much about my mother at all except wave at her. And to judge by the look on his face, he is really pissed. Or disappointed in me, which is even worse than his being pissed at me.
"My bad manners are showing again, are they?" Matt asked.
"Are you sober?" Brewster C. Payne asked evenly enough.
"So far," Matt said.
"Come with me, please, Matt," his father said. "There's no putting this off, I'm afraid."
"No putting what off?"
"Leave your drink," his father said. "You won't be needing it."
They walked out of the tent and around it and up the lawn to the house. His father led him into the butler's pantry, where he had been early that morning with Soames T. Browne.
H. Richard Detweiler was sitting on one of the high stools. When he saw Matt, he got off it and looked at Matt with both hurt and anger in his eyes.
"Would you like a drink, Matt?" Detweiler asked.
"He's already had enough to drink," Brewster C. Payne answered for him, and then turned to Matt. "Matt, you are quoted as saying that Penny has a problem with drugs, specifically cocaine."
"Quoted by whom?" Matt said.
"Did you say that? Something like that?" his father pursued.
"Jesus Christ!" Matt said.
"Yes, or no, for God's sake, Matt!" H. Richard Detweiler said angrily.
"Goddamn him!" Matt said.
"So it's true," Detweiler said. "What right did you think you had to say something filthy like that about Penny?"
"Mr. Detweiler, I'm a policeman," Matt said.
