“I ... I'm not sure I want to tell you. I ... I want a lawyer.”
“A lawyer!” Steve snorted. “You mean you want the juvenile authorities, don't you?”
“Oh, what a mean thing to say,” she sputtered.
In the corridor outside the Boss' suite of offices, Larry said to Steve, “You take Miss ... ah, Zusanette to my office, will you Steve. I'll be there in a minute.”
He opened the door to the anteroom and said, “LaVerne, we've got a girl in my office—”
“Why, Larry!”
He glowered at her. “A suspect. I want a complete tape of everything said. As soon as we're through, have copies made, at least three or four.”
“And, who, Mr. Woolford, was your girl Friday last year?”
“This is important, honey. I suppose you've supplied me with a secretary but I haven't even met her yet. Take care of it, will you?”