The State Policeman examined the photo on the ID card carefully, then handed it back.
"Being a Philly detective must pay better than they do us. That's quite a set of wheels."
"The wheels belong to the lady."
The State Policeman took a long look at Penny, who, resting her chin on her hands on the back of her seat, was l
ooking back at them, smiling sweetly.
"I don't think I'd have given her a ticket, either," he said. " Very nice."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," the State Policeman said, and turned back to his car.
Matt got back in the Mercedes.
"We're not going to jail?"
"I told the nice officer that I was rushing you to the hospital to deliver our firstborn," Matt said.
"You would do something like that too, you bastard," Penny said, laughing. "But that's an interesting thought. I wonder what our firstborn would look like?"
The question made Matt uncomfortable.
"I didn't have any lunch," Penny went on. "You're going to have to get me something to eat, or you're going to have to carry me into wherever you're taking me."
"I'm taking you to a restaurant, can't you wait?"
"How far?"
"About an hour from here, I suppose."
"Then no. But I will settle for something simple."