“I think you can help me.”
“Do what?”
“Clean up a case I’m working on.”
“Oh, that! ” she said.
I tapped the ashes off my cigarette.
“All right,” she said abruptly, “when do we start?”
“When can you get packed?”
“I’m packed. I didn’t bring anything with me. There wasn’t time for that.”
“Not even a suitcase?”
“Just a little bag.”