Convenience Stores and Cats

So, sometime after Petey-boy left the E.R., he held up a convenience store. Leesburg’s finest, thankfully, was there to make take him in. Her cop dad gave Linda quite an earful about how Supergirl didn’t turn him in two nights ago. It was humiliating at her age, but very deserved--she made a bad call, not taking him to the station.
That afternoon, when Linda went on patrol, Mrs. Jones flagged Supergirl down.
“Is Sir-Anthony-Hopkins up in a tree again, Mrs. Jones?” Linda asked. Mrs. Jones adored ‘Silence of the Lambs’ and named each and every cat she ever owned after Lector’s actor.
“I locked Tony up before I left—but he’ll be wanting to go out on the prowl again tonight, so expect to pick him up later.”
“I’ll be sure to pick up a nice chianti before I show up at our usual spot by the oak tree for our date,” Linda playfully assured, “Well, if it’s not Tony, then, what’s the trouble?”
Mrs. Jones was a bit hesitant, but she spoke in even tones, “The poor boy…Pete…he didn’t have another heart attack in prison, did he?”
“…no, he’s alright.”
“Oh good,” Mrs. Jones exhaled. “He really should be looking into a different career with a condition like that! Anyway, I asked because I had to because when you save a life once, you’re responsible for them forever...isn’t that how the old proverb goes, Supergirl?”
Linda had to smile. “More or less. I could take you to the correctional facilities if you’d want to check on him yourself. Would you like that, Mrs. Jones?”
“I’d like that, Supergirl.”