“Maybe,” Adams said, grimacing, “but it points to him. He was seen leaving her apartment about the time she died. But why should he kill her? What was she like, Sam? Would she try to blackmail a guy?”
“No.” Darcy was emphatic. “She wasn’t that kind of a girl at all, Lieutenant. Maybe she did go off the rails, but not to that extent. Blackmail is out.”
Adams lifted his shoulders.
“Then why did he kill her? Think he was a nut?”
“He didn’t look one. You can usually tell them. I was surprised to see him with Fay. He didn’t look the type to be with her.”
Adams brooded for a long moment.
“You’ve known Fay for some time, haven’t you?”
“I’ve known her for about four years.”
“Got any ideas who killed her if this guy didn’t?”
Darcy shifted in his chair. He reached for his whisky, drank a little of it and sat back, nursing the glass in his enormous black hand.