“We?”
“Sure. Didn’t I tell you you were invited?”
“Oh, no, Mike — I’d rather not.”
Shayne said, “Sorry. We’re going to need you for a quorum.” He pushed his chair back and stalked into the living-room.
“But why?” she wailed, following him in. “You know everything—”
“Well, for one thing, there’s an insurance adjuster trying to make an issue of the identification of the body. Tim brought a picture of Barbara Little and I want you to back me up in identifying her.”
“Oh — that’s why you asked him to bring the picture. I meant to ask you.”
Shayne had his coat on and was striding to the telephone. “I’ll call a taxi. Get your hat on and your apron off.”
Chapter seventeen
When the taxi pulled up to the curb at police headquarters, three men were getting out of a tan sedan just in front of them. Shayne grinned at Captain Denton and asked, “Ready to go into your spiel?”