Captain Larson blew his nose. He said: “You understand you both will be witnesses for the state when we get Fenner?”
Kells nodded.
“An’ this Granquist girl — she’s a material witness too.” The captain widened his watery blue eyes at Beery, leaned far back in his swivel chair.
Kells read the affidavit carefully, signed.
Larson said: “What do you know about the Woodward business?”
“Nothing.” Kells put his elbow on the desk, his chin in his hand, stared at Larson expressionlessly. “I lost Fenner’s confession shortly after it was signed — before I could use it. Woodward evidently got hold of it someway and was trying to peddle it back to Fenner.”
“If Fenner was in his place at the Miramar when Woodward was shot, how come he left the confession there?” Larson was looking out the window, spoke as if to himself.
Kells shook his head slowly.
Larson said: “I suppose you know you’re tied up with all this enough for me to hold you.” He said it very quietly, kept looking out the window.
Kells smiled a little, was silent.