CHAPTER 11Peter Baskoulos attempted take-charge tactics. “Who the hell are you—ordering people around in my apartment?” He glared.
“I’m Captain Dooley, Homicide detail,” the stubby man said mildly. “And this is detective Jim Rickett, Mister Baskoulos.” The Captain glanced at the smoldering dress. “We’d like to have your wife’s help in identifying a suspect in the Anderson murder.”
“I can’t now.” Rina spoke with an effort. “I’m waiting for my doctor. I…I burned myself—standing too close to the fire—my dress blazed up—”
Don said: “She ought to go straight to a hospital, Captain. She has first-degree burns on her back.” If she figures on protecting that big bruiser, he thought, I won’t cross her up.
“We’re not in that much of a rush, Cadee.” The Captain didn’t seem too disappointed. “We h
