"Yes," Sordman said.
"She ought to see a psycher! And that's why you came?"
"We're not accusing you," Sordman said. "But we've got to follow every lead."
The girl swore. "Why would I kill Joe? Why are you all suspicious? That's why I hate Talents! All you've done is make everyone suspicious. Everybody's afraid of everybody else."
"Are you an artist?" Sordman asked.
"What?"
"Are you an artist?"
"What's that got to do with it? No, I'm not. My husband paints."
He felt her stall and evade. She would grab at any subject to distract them. He decided he would let his mind probe at random.