“Did you?”
“Yes.”
“Where were you?”
“In one of the garages. I waited until I saw you get out of the cabin. Then I decided I’d hitch-hike my way and — and I heard the sound of the shots.”
“Have you any idea what they were?”
“I... I thought they were shots, but if I’d known what cabin they came from, I... well, I’d have… well, I guess I wouldn’t have, either.”
“No,” I said, “I guess you wouldn’t. How many shots were there?”
“Three.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yes.”