Chapter Thirty-one
“It’s all a blur,” I told Agent Emerson as we sat in our office later that afternoon. I glanced furtively at Marly. “I shouldn’t have picked up the phone because I was preoccupied. I don’t remember the sound of his voice, just him saying something like, ‘Hey, lady, I hid a bomb in the building.’”
Agent Emerson recorded our remarks using a handheld device smaller than a pack of cards. “Do you remember taking out your air check cassette?” she asked.
“I didn’t take it. I grabbed Marly and dragged her out with me.”
“Are you sure you had one in?”
“Yes. I don’t know what happened to it.”
Marly sighed.
The agent continued. “Did you notice anything unusual today?”
“Not before the show. Afterward, the police dogs were sniffing a long time around certain cars, but it was n
