Sweeting sat down. This had been a hell of a day. His eye ached and he felt old and tired. He looked across the room to where Leo crouched, panting, and he sighed.
“What do you want to know, Lieutenant?”
“I want facts. You told Donovan you saw no one go up or come down and heard nothing. You were lying. Are you going to tell me?”
“I’m always ready to talk to you, Lieutenant,” Sweeting said. “I didn’t know the other guy.”
Adams looked over at Watson and tossed him his notebook.
“Take it down,” he said curtly. “Talk away,” he went on to Sweeting. “I know most of it so don’t skip the details. Start where you met Holland on the stairs.”
Sweeting flinched.
“Have you arrested him, Lieutenant?” he asked uneasily. “You can’t believe a word that guy says. I’ll bet he said I tried to blackmail him.”
“He told me he punched you in the eye,” Adams said unfeelingly. “Start talking!”
Sweeting talked.