“No.”
I held her eyes. “Did he ever mention Edna Cutler?”
“No.”
I said, “You could be lying, you know.”
“Why, Donald?”
“If you and Edna Cutler were teamed up together and if perhaps the two of you framed that deal up on Marco Cutler, you might find yourself facing two murder raps instead of one.”
“Donald, I’ve told you the truth about that,”
“You didn’t have any idea papers were going to be served on you as Edna Cutler?”
“Absolutely not. I didn’t know where Edna was, I tell you. I just went in there and took her name the way we agreed, and—”
“I know,” I told her. “You’ve gone all over that before.”