“She offered to go. She was damn brave.” The kid’s eyes were truculent and contemptuous as he met the other’s gaze, and also his voice. “I told all this to the sheriff and medical examiner, and, as you say, they made notes. Have you read them?”
“I have. Do you object to telling me about it, Mr. Dunn?”
“No. Go ahead.”
“Thank you. Before Miss Fleet departed for the house, did you touch or move either the body or the gun?”
“No. She left almost at once.”
Skinner’s eyes circled. “Did you touch either the body or the gun before you left, Miss Fleet?”
Celia displayed the state of her nerves by saying much louder and more explosively than was necessary, “Of course not!”
“Did you, Mr. Dunn, touch or move either the body or the gun after Miss Fleet left?”
“No.”
“How long were you there alone?”