"I'll see you tomorrow," the taller one said, laughing.
"Right, Steve. Good night," the bald-headed one said.
"Good night."
The men walked off in opposite directions.
Roger watched the taller one until he was out of sight.
He got back into the truck and turned the ignition key, starting the engine. He looked at the station house one more time, and then began driving home.
To mother.
He was a big strong country boy, alone in the big bad city.
Staying in a cheap rooming house till his business was finished. Really, he should have been on his way back home to his mom and his brother. But there were things he had to do.
First he had to send a Valentine's Day card to his mother.
Then he had to go find the police and tell them something.
And the coloured girl from the drugstore, who'd smiled at him. He needed to see her again. Talk to her and maybe forget the other girl. The one he'd met in a bar. Who'd been nice and warm as well.
The other girl he really had to tell the police about.
Who would never ever be able to be nice and warm to anyone else again ...