Have you been to the police?' Richard asked. 'Yes.' She made a gesture of disgust and rose and walked to the window. 'They said it happens all the time - coloured men running off from their families. They said they'd try to find him. But they don't care. They don't care what happens - to a black man!' 'Oh, well, now,' cried Richard, his face red, 'is that fair? I mean, hell, I'm sure they'll look for him just like they look for any other citizen of this city.' She looked at him. 'How would you know? I do know - know what I'm talking about. I say they don't care - and they don't care.' 'I don't think you should look at it like that.