She was about five foot four in her heels, had obviously been on a round of beauty shops and had obviously instructed them to glamorize her. It hadn't come off. She still looked as though she'd be more at home as cheerleader of the junior class in small town high school. She was honey blond, green-blue of eye, and had that complexion they seldom carry even into the twenties.
“I ... I don't know what you're talking about.” Her chin began to tremble.
Larry said gently, “Don't worry. We just want to ask you some questions.”
“Well ... like what?” She was [pg 015] going to be blinking back tears in a moment. At least Larry hoped she'd blink them back. He'd hate to have her start howling here in public.
Larry said, “We think you can be of assistance to the government, and we'd like your help.”
Steve rolled his eyes upward, but turned and waved for a street level cab.
In the cab, Larry said, “Suppose we go over to my office, Steve?”
“O.K. with me,” Steve muttered, “but by the looks of the young lady here, I think it's a false alarm from your angle. She's obviously an American. What's your name, Miss?”
“It's Zusanette. Well, really, Susan.”
“Susan what?”