“I knew you wouldn’t, but I do just the same.”
“Where?”
“In this town.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
Morse dropped back on the seat once more.
“For God’s sake, don’t play with me. Why don’t you––”
“I’m going to! Keep still, can’t you?”
“You’re torturing me,” muttered the man, mopping his brow.
“She’s—she’s Jinnie Grandoken—the girl who played at Theo’s party.”