“Which one?”
“The first, probably.”
I said, “The woman was shot in the back of the head.”
“Well?”
I said, “All right, he missed the first shot. What happened then?”
“How the hell do I know?” Bertha said. “You’re putting the thing together. You tell me what happened next.”
I said, “If the woman had had her back turned, she’d have swung around at the sound of that shot to see what happened, wouldn’t she?”
Bertha nodded.
I said, “In that event, if he’d shot her again he’d have shot her in the forehead, right while she was looking at him.”
Bertha said, “She looked at him for a second, saw what he had in mind and turned and started to run. Perhaps she was trying to get to the door. He shot her in the back of the head.”