“Sure.”
Kerrigan looked at Mooney’s thick neck. He said, “She wouldn’t go into a man’s room.”
“She would if she trusted the man.”
“How do you know she trusted you?”
“She told me,” Mooney said.
“Can you prove it?”
“Prove what?”
“That you’re on the level.”
Mooney frowned slightly. “I’m sorry I started this,” he said to himself. Then, gazing directly at Kerrigan, “You’re suspicious of everybody, aren’t you?”
“Not exactly,” Kerrigan said. “I’m just doing a lot of thinking, that’s all.”