“Somewhere around three o’clock. I was trying to fall asleep on the couch, but I couldn’t, with the snooty guy jabbering. Then I remembered the window.”
“Who was that, the snooty guy?”
“Someone who stopped by to see Lella.”
“Was he still there when you left?”
“Yes, he was. Mrs. Weaver was just leaving, too. Did she see the boy?”
“She was the one who found him.”
“The poor lady! I buy fruit from her stand now and then.”
Charlie threw his head back and sighed deeply. Then he started coughing.
“Charlie, there’s one more thing.”
“What’s that, honey?” He wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.
“Well, Lella told me that one of the cops at the hospital was also at the Publick when you had your incident. I just want you to be double-sure you haven’t got anything laying around.”
“So, they do
