“Listen, Chambers. There were three people in the car, you, and she, and the Greek. Well, it’s a cinch the Greek didn’t do it. If you didn’t do it, that leaves her, doesn’t it?”
“Who the hell says anybody did it?”
“I do. Now we’re getting somewhere, Chambers. Because maybe you didn’t do it. You say you’re telling the truth, and maybe you are. But if you are telling the truth, and didn’t have any interest in this woman except as the wife of a friend, then you’ve got to do something about it, haven’t you? You’ve got to sign a complaint against her.”
“What do you mean complaint?”
“If she killed the Greek, she tried to kill you too, didn’t she? You can’t let her get away with that. Somebody might think it was pretty funny if you did. Sure, you’d be a sucker to let her get away with it. She knocks off her husband for the insurance, and she tries to knock off you too. You’ve got to do something about that, haven’t you?”
“I might, if she did it. But I don’t know she did it.”
“If I prove it to you, you’ll have to sign the complaint, won’t you?”
“Sure. If you can prove it.”
“All right, I’ll prove it. When you stopped, you got out of the car, didn’t you?”
“No.”