“Who did?”
“If I knew that I’d know a lot. I’m trying to find out. You see, Donald... No, I’m not going to tell you until... until I know you better.”
I said, “You’re a scheming little bitch, aren’t you?”
She swung round on the bed so her eyes locked with mine. “Yes,” she said. With that, she cupped her hands on my cheeks, drew my face towards hers and kissed me.
It was a kiss to remember. It lasted a long time. Then she suddenly pushed me away.
“Now,” she said, “you know all the answers, don’t you?” There was a provocative challenge in her eyes.
“Yes,” I said, I got off the bed and started for the door.
“Where are you going?”
“First,” I said, “I’m going to get a friend of mine on the phone — Sergeant Sellers. He’s on Homicide, and he thinks I’m a damn liar. I’m going to let you talk with him.”
“Donald, you can’t go out that way.”