“You lied about that gun,” Cramer snapped. “If you don’t want to get taken down to think it over, think now. Tell me what you came here for and what happened.”
“I’ve told you.”
“A string of lies.”
“No, sir.”
“You can have ’em back. I’m not trying to hang something on Wolfe, or you either. I want to know why you came here and what happened.”
“Oh, for God’s sake.” I moved my eyes. “Okay, Purley, where’s my escort?”
Cramer strode four paces to the door, opened it, and called, “Bring Mr. Koven in here!”
Harry Koven entered with a dick at his elbow. He looked as if he was even farther away from happiness than before.
“We’ll sit down,” Cramer said.
He left me behind the desk. Purley and the dick took chairs in the background. Cramer stationed himself across the desk from me, where Purley had been, with Koven on a chair at his left. He opened up.