“I guess not. Why have you changed your mind about Johnny, Lieutenant?”
“I don’t reckon he could have done it. Holland saw him out-outside the Blue Rose. He didn’t know Carson’s address. He couldn’t have got there and hid in her bedroom before they returned, could he?”
Sweeting inclined his head.
“Maybe you’re right.”
“I think I am. Okay, if it wasn’t Johnny and it wasn’t Holland who was it?”
Sweeting blinked.
“Are you asking me?”
“I’m asking you, Raphael. You spend all your life sticking your snout into other people’s affairs. Don’t tell me you didn’t stick it into Carson’s affairs as well.”
Sweeting hesitated.
“Well, I’d like to help you, Lieutenant, but I don’t know.”