It was Clutmer who furnished the gap in the information. “Called her a stool pigeon,” he said dryly, and then lapsed into silence.
“You hear that, Lam?” the chief asked.
“I hear it.”
“All right, now what have you to say?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re not going to deny it?”
“Deny what?”
“That they fought over you.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“And you still claim you were down at the depot?”