Hale was through beating around the bush. “Forget about this,” he said. “We won’t tell the police anything about it.”
“What are you going to do with the gun?”
“Put it back in that desk just where we found it.”
“Then what?”
“Later on, if it becomes necessary, we can discover it again.”
I said, “You’re the doctor.”
He nodded and beamed at me. “The more I see of you. Lam, the more I appreciate you. Now I’d like to have you do something for me.”
“What?”
“I understand the police have a witness who can fix the exact time Nostrander was murdered. One who heard the shots. A young woman, I believe.”
“Yes.”