"And you use a rinse," I retorted.
She ignored it. "I specifically advertised for old people. Why did you apply?"
It had happened so abruptly that I hadn't had a chance to use the Stanislavsky method to feel old in the presence of a beautiful nude woman. I don't even know if it would have worked. Nothing's perfect.
"I needed a job awful bad," I answered sullenly, knowing it sounded like an ad lib.
he smiled with more contempt than humor. "You had a job, Mr. Weldon. You were very busy trying to find out why senile psychotics starve themselves to death."
"How did you know that?" I asked, startled.
"A little investigation of my own. I also happen to know you didn't tell your friend Sergeant Pape that you were going to be here tonight."
That was a fact, too. I hadn't felt sure enough that I'd found the answer to call him about it. Looking at the gun in her steady hand, I was sorry I hadn't.