“Yes.”
“About what happened?”
“Yes.”
“Think she’s telling the truth?”
“Yes. She heard the shot and looked at her watch the minute she got to her apartment.”
“And she was cold sober?”
“She’s always cold and sober.”
I grinned at her and said, “I guess you’ve told me all I need to know, Rosalind. I won’t have to waste time with Marilyn.”
She said, “I’ve already given her the signal that you were falling for her and she’s expecting to come over. Notice the way she’s turning so you can see her curves? She’ll look back at you over her shoulder in a minute, and give you a half smile. She got that pose from an art calendar.”
I said, “It’s a shame she’s wasting it. Tell her I changed my mind, and decided she had halitosis or athlete’s foot, or something. Good night.”