Reluctantly Sadie stepped back and let him in.
“Now then, Miss,” he said, taking out his note−book. “You say you heard someone cry out?”
Sadie nodded. There was something about this cop that she didn’t like. She wished he’d go away.
“What time was that?”
“It was just after twelve.”
“Did you see anythin’?” O’Hara looked at her closely.
Sadie hesitated, then she said, “Yes, there was a man who came out of the apartment. He had some papers and a gun in his hand.”
O’Hara felt the sweat break out under his arms. “Yeah?” he said. “You’re sure of that?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“Would you know him again?”