“Some left from what Edna sent me. Tell me, Donald, what should I do? Should I go back to the police and tell my story?”
“Not yet, and not now.”
“Why?”
“It’s too late now. You’ve missed the boat.”
“Couldn’t I explain the—”
“Not now, you couldn’t.”
“Why?”
I said, “You didn’t murder him, did you?”
She looked as though I’d thrown something at her.
I said, “All right, someone did. That someone wouldn’t like anything better than to have the police blame things on you.”