I said, “Carter is mistaken. I was following her all the time. She put her car in the parking lot near the hotel where Ringold was killed, but she didn’t go to the hotel. She went to a picture show. I followed her.”
“And after the picture show?”
“She wasn’t there very long,” I said. “She came out and went back to the car. And I believe she stopped to mail a letter at a mailbox along the way.”
Ashbury kept looking at me, but didn’t say anything.
I said, “I think she had a date to meet someone at the picture show, and that someone didn’t show up.”
“Could that someone have been Ringold?” he asked.
I let my face show surprise. “What gave you that idea?”
“I don’t know. I was just wondering.”
“Quit wondering, then.”
“But it could have been Ringold?”