“I’d guess we’d better drive down there. Had breakfast?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Well, let’s go see her.”
“Want me there when you talk with her?”
“Yes.”
We called a taxi and gave the address of the Gulf-pride Apartments. When we were about halfway there, the driver slid the glass window back, turned, and said, “That’s the place where they had the murder this morning, ain’t it?”
“What place?”
“The Gulfpride Apartments.”
“You can search me. Who was killed?”
“I don’t know. Some man name of Nostrander.”