“Stalling around.”
“What the hell do you mean by stalling? You’re hired to solve a murder and—”
“Get it out of your head,” I interrupted, “that we’re hired to solve a murder. We were hired to get Alta Ashbury out of a jam.”
“Well, she’s in it worse than ever.”
“We’re still hired.”
“Well, get busy and go to work.”
“We’re getting paid by the day, aren’t we?”
“Yes.”
I lit a cigarette.
She glowered at me and said, “Sometimes, Donald, you make me so damn mad I could tear you apart. What the hell did you do to Tokamura Hashita?”