“Well, I don’t want them here at all,” Amelia Jasper snapped. “And what possible questions could I answer? I saw this man just once when—”
Sergeant Sellers interrupted, “We want to know something about a man by the name of Durham.”
“What about him?” Amelia Jasper demanded truculently.
“We thought that there might be some connection between him and this man, Lam.”
“Well, there certainly isn’t,” Amelia Jasper said. “Mr. Durham is a very nice young man.”
“How long since you’ve seen him?” I asked.
She glared at me and said, “I don’t have to answer your questions.”
I said, “The reason I’m asking is because I think Durham may have been mixed up in some trouble out at the KOZY DELL SLUMBER COURT.”
She tilted her chin in the air, and ignored me.
“And,” I went on, “I think he’s a blackmailer.”