“You can’t clear them up here, Donald.”
“I could make a start, and when I had a chance to make a stab at the thing, I could be in a position to move. In a cell I couldn’t move.”
“How do I know that I wouldn’t wake up with a stocking around my neck?”
“You don’t.”
She moved closer to me. Her hands were on my shoulder. “Donald, look at me.”
I met her eyes. She said, “Tell me what happened with that... that other girl.”
I said, “I moved around the house, reconnoitering. I found her in the back bedroom. The blinds weren’t drawn on the windows. The french windows were open. It was a warm night. She was dressing. She saw me. I went in. I think she was a little frightened.”
“Of you?”
“She’d been doing something that she was afraid of. She knew something she didn’t want me to find out.”
“What did she do?”