“Just a touch of realism, I suppose. Her clothes must be around somewhere, otherwise that would be a point for the defence.”
I opened a cupboard and glanced inside. There was Blondie’s large black hat hanging up with Mardi’s hats. I took it out. I didn’t want to think about Mardi just then, but seeing those hats did things to me.
We found Blondie’s clothes in a neat pile under the curtains on the window-seat.
Ackie turned them over. “These dames don’t wear much, do they?” he said.
I took the dress from him and examined it. The front of it was stiff with blood and I could see the hole in the cloth from the bullet.
“They undressed her after she’d been shot. Now why the hell did they do that?”
“Maybe they were going to take these clothes away and forgot about it.”
I stripped off the sheet. “In a little while she’s goin’ to get stiff.”
Ackie rubbed his nose. “I ain’t lookin’ forward to dressin’ this doll. Suppose we have a drink?”
We had two.