“A rich woman, beautiful, widowed, sounds like she was still naïve. She’s vulnerable. Depends on the people in which she surrounded herself. People can be cruel. Money is the great temptation.”
“You think someone pushed her down that staircase?”
“I’m just a detective. I ask questions. Sometimes I find answers.” He nodded. “Thanks.”
Jimmy exited the apartment and the building, and just in time. He saw the weaving figure of Freddy Conklin heading down 46th Street. Not wanting to be seen and deal with the guy in that state, Jimmy crossed the street. In the cover of a New York night, protected by the low clouds and close-together buildings, he was safe from discovery. He’d had enough Conklin-family time for the day, and, as that day sped toward forming a new one, Jimmy stopped to wonder wha
