He sneered at me and ticked off his replies on his fingers. "I did come from a world far away from yours. I'm not a crackpot—not a psycho. And you will not hold me."
I looked at Donovan. Donovan looked at me. His voice gentled into a tone of soft contempt.
"Just where do you come from, punk?"
"From Arva Majoris and don't bother looking it up. It's a planet in a galaxy beyond the conception of your most brilliant minds. And I use the term brilliant very loosely."
"And how did you get here?"
"You couldn't possibly understand if I told you. Your elemental mind simply couldn't grasp the mathematical accident that brought me here; nor the ten-million-to-one chance of it ever happening again."
Donovan grinned in anticipation. "And you actually think we aren't going to turn you over to Psycho?"
"Of course you're not."
"And for what reason will we refrain from such?"
"Because if you do that, you'll never get your stupid little murder solved."