“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I thought her life was in danger, and I wanted to protect her.”
“Where was she? Where had she been staying here in Los Angeles?”
“I don’t know.”
Rondler looked at Roberta. “Where were you staying?”
“In a hotel,” she said, “but I can’t tell you the name of it.”
“Do you know where it was?”
“No. It was — I was sort of tight when I went there.”
“Did you get tight all alone?”