“Okay, there’s no other one. What is Kruger going to do with her?”
“He’ll tell you when he sees you.”
“That’s what he wants to see me about?”
“Why did she kill Doc. Ansell?”
“You’d better ask her that yourself.”
“You tell me.”
She didn’t say anything.
I pushed myself off the table and wandered to the window. There was a guy on the opposite side of the street, hiding behind a newspaper. He had copper written all over him from his hard hat to his fiat feet. I turned back to Lydia.
“Where does Andasca come into all this?”
“You’d better let me go,” she said suddenly, gathering up her bag and gloves. “This has gone on long enough.”