“Donald,” she said, “I know.”
“Know what?”
“I heard the radio.”
I moved, so that I was between her and the door. “So what are you going to do?”
She came towards me, her eyes steady. “You didn’t do it.”
“Thanks.”
“Why do you want to hide, Donald?”
“I want to clear this thing up before they get me. If they catch me, I’ll go in a cell and be held without bail. I can’t do anything from a cell.”
“And if they don’t catch you?”
“I may be able to clear things up.”