When I woke up it was about noon, and they gave me something to eat. Then two more cops came in, and they put me on a stretcher again, and took me down and put me in another ambulance.
“Where we going?”
“Inquest.”
“Inquest. That’s what they have when somebody’s dead, ain’t it.”
“That’s right.”
“I was afraid they’d got it.”
“Only one.”
“Which?”
“The man.”
“Oh. Was the woman bad hurt?”