“That’s too bad.”
“What do you mean?”
“The police won’t like it.”
“Donald, you’re not going to — you’re not going to rat!”
“The police will find you.”
“No. They won’t.”
I just smiled, and I made it as superior as I could.
“The police haven’t a thing in the world on me.”
“Except that the murdered man was living with you in your apartment, and—”
“He wasn’t living with me!”