“How did you know?”
“I’m a detective. It’s my business to find out.”
“All right,” she said with a flash of temper, “find out why I paid them, then.”
“I will,” I promised, and started to get up.
She caught my sleeve and pulled me back. “Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Leave me.”
“Come down to earth, then.”
She drew up her feet and hugged her knees, her heels resting on the edge of the cushion. “Donald,” she said, “tell me what you’ve been doing, how you found out about — well, you know.”
I shook my head. “You don’t want to know anything about me.”