It was midnight—yet Perry was still in his office. He sat on the couch in the reception area. He read a magazine and frequently glanced at his watch.
At 12:15AM, Della came in. "Hi, Chief!"
"Della!"
"I'm sorry I'm so late. Janet's a real talker!"
He smiled. "And a drinker, too!"
"We had a couple drinks together! But I learned quite a bit from her!"
"Did you?"
"She had a fling with the victim!"
"John Smithson?"
"Yep!"
"This will really help my client!"
"An' tha's not all! She was threatened by his wife!"
He was reverted by this. "Great work, Della!"
"I gotta go home, now."
"Not in your condition, Della! I'm driving you home, tonight."
"Whadabout my car?"
"I'll pick you up in the morning."
"Thanks, Chief."
He turned off the lights and led her out of the office, locking the door behind him.
They took the elevator down to the indoor parking lot. They got in is car and drove off.
He parked in front of her apartment building and helped her out.
"Which apartment is it?"
"7B"
He called the elevator, and it came. They went to the 7th floor and got out. They went to her apartment.
"You can come in for a few minutes."
"OK."
She opened the door and they went in. She collapsed on the couch and kicked her shoes off. "I could go to sleep right here!"
He smiled. "Why not!"
"Are you angry with me, Perry for getting drunk?"
"Not at all! Della, you've provided me with valuable information for this case, and I'm very proud of you! Now, get some sleep; I'll pick you up at 8:00AM tomorrow morning."
She smiled impishly. "I'd invite you to stay, but I know you're too much of a gentleman to do that!"
He also smiled. "The thought is tempting!"
She stretched out on the couch. "Good night, Perry."
"Good night, Della."
She drifted off to sleep. He left the apartment and went home.