“Beat it. Move on. You’re blocking traffic.”
I said, “I’m looking for the manager. Is she up here?”
“How should I know? I guess so.”
“I want to see her about renting an apartment.”
“Well, come on back in a couple of hours.”
“What’s happened here?” I asked.
“Homicide,” he said. “Jane in 309. Know her?”
I looked at Bertha blankly. “You don’t knew anyone here, do you Bertha?”
She shook her head.
“Okay,” the officer said. “Beat it.”