‘I guessed Dedrick would be here. I spotted him through the window and called Muffin.’
‘You — you used this phone?’
I nodded.
‘Then Lee must have heard you and listened in. That’s why he — he shot himself.’
I stared at her.
Why should be shoot himself?’
She looked away.
‘The police want him on a—a murder charge, don’t they?’
‘Yeah; so they do. I don’t think it could have happened that way. I looked for a telephone extension in his room. There isn’t one.’
She didn’t say anything.