“Just interested, that’s all. Don’t believe all you read about these hard-hearted flatfoots. You got a lousy break and I feel sympathy for you. Lots of times I get interested in my clients.”
So that’s what I am, Conway thought.
“Look — it’s none of my business, of course—” The detective hesitated. That I don’t believe, Conway reflected. Watch out for this one.
“How much money you got in the bank?” the sergeant asked hesitantly.
So that was it. “Practically none,” Conway said. “A dollar, I think.”
The detective’s surprise was evident. “Then you know about it?”
“About what?”
“About her withdrawing the money,”
“Know about it? Why, of course. The balance in our checking account had gotten pretty low, and they were making a service charge for every check we wrote. So she drew it out, and was going to open a savings account, but then she started thinking about the service charge, and got annoyed at the bank, and decided to open the account somewhere else. But she wanted to talk to me about it before she did, so she brought the cash home. It’s still in the house — I just haven’t gotten around to taking it to a bank.”
“Not safe, having a lot of money in the house. Well, I gotta—” Crestfallen, Bauer started through the door. Press your advantage, Conway thought.