“Why don’t you try?”
“Who killed Debbie Rains?”
Morgan frowned. “You got to be some kind of a nut. How would I know? How would Degna know? Neither of us was out of the club that night.”
“Alibis have been bought before now.” Liddell continued to stare at the night-club man. “Rains was killed because she was cutting herself in on a shake racket. Reeves was killed because nobody could be sure whether Debbie had reached him or not. She called him a couple of times. You knew that?”
Morgan’s face was dark, glowering. He held the .38 a little higher, its muzzle staring unblinkingly at Liddell. “Go on.”
“So the killer tied up that loose end. That leaves only one loose end around. Me. And nobody except me knows what Reeves knew. So I’m supposed to join Debbie and Reeves. Isn’t that why Degna w
