“Wouldn’t it be better for you to see Mifflin?”
“We haven’t the time. If Anona’s at Maureen’s place she’s in trouble.”
Kerman leaned forward.
“What is all this about?”
I waved the dossier at him.
“It’s right here, and that lug Mifflin didn’t think it important enough to tell me. Since 1944, Anona had endocarditis. I told you they were trying to keep a cat in a bag. Well, it’s out now.”
“Anona’s got a wacky heart?” Kerman said, gaping at me. “You mean Janet Crosby, don’t you?”
“Listen to the description they give of Anona,” I said. “Five foot; dark; brown eyes; plump. Work that out.”
“But it’s wrong. She’s tall and fair,” Kerman said. “What are you talking about?”
Paula was on to it.