She stirred her spoon around in little circles. She said, “You’re playing a game with me. It’s your job. You’re here to find out something. If you think I have any information, you’ll try to get that information without telling me why you want it. Is that right?”
I said, “That’s right.”
She said, “All right. I’ll play the same kind of a game. If I can get anything out of you, I’m going to use it.”
“Fair enough.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I won’t. You’re warning me now.”
“What do you want to know?” she asked.
“Do you know where Mrs. Lintig is?”
“No.”
“Are there photographs of her in your newspaper morgue?”