“Not if you called your wife. Did you see anyone else use the booth?”
“Well, there was a girl and an elderly man,” Parker lied glibly. “But that would be about an hour ago, I guess. We’ve been busy, and I didn’t notice anyone recently.”
“Not too busy to call your wife,” Donovan said, his hard little eyes boring into Parker.
“Never too busy to call my wife,” Parker returned, and gave the sergeant a bright, false smile.
Donovan took a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, stuck it on his thin, brutal lower lip and set fire to it with a brass lighter.
“Did you see anyone use the phone?” he asked Ken.
“I’ve just told you: I didn’t.”
The green eyes forced Ken to look away.
“You might have changed your mind.”
“I didn’t see anyone.”