"The police picked me up last night. They had word that Rose Fulton had hired another man to come here. This will be the third. They thought I was that man. They interrogated me and then they let me go. So I guessed that maybe he was the man."
We got out of the car. She was still looking at me oddly. "Tal, if you're here to write up Timmy, I think you would have told me that before now. It's a cute and interesting little story if you were here just to write up Timmy. And I can't believe that you could have forgotten it."
"I just didn't—think of telling it."
"That's no good, Tal."
"I know it isn't."
"What's wrong? Is it something you can't tell me?"
"Look, Ruth. I—There is another reason why I came. I lied to you. I don't want to tell you why I came here. I'd rather not."
"But it has something to do with Timmy."
"That's right."
"He is dead, isn't he?"