“She said she was passing out for lack of sleep, and wanted to take a nap before she went out looking for a place to move. I got busy and didn’t realize how late it was.”
Conway handed him a glass of beer, and the detective took a long drink. “This don’t look good, you know — you and a young girl being alone here in this house.”
“You’re telling me,” Conway said. “I told her she had to find someplace else to stay, and she finally agreed to. Now she’s wasted the afternoon. If you can do anything to hurry her, I’ll be very grateful.”
“Just leave it to me,” Bauer said. “Certainly seems funny, her coming here at all.”
“If I had my car, I’d pile her and her luggage into it, and find a place for her in a hurry,” Conway said. “Have you any idea when I’ll get it back?”
“Couple of days, prob’ly. And they ought to release the body tomorrow. Who you going to have?”
“Have?”
“Mortician.” Conway stared blankly. “For the funeral.”
“I–I hadn’t thought.”
“Better call one. They’ll check with the medical examiner, and as soon as he’s finished — well, they’ll handle everything.”