Chapter Twenty-Five
Duvall followed me in his car to Schaeffer’s place. I wondered if having Duvall with me would help or hurt. Would Schaeffer be less inclined to slam the door in the faces of two people who wanted to talk to him, or would he have twice as many reasons?
As Duvall held the vestibule door for me, I said, “What would you think of starting off the questioning? Last time I spoke to him, he walked away. I think being Melanie’s attorney didn’t help me much.”
“Don’t know if I’ll do much better, but I’m willing to try.”
“You’re a guy. He’ll relate better to you.”
“Sure, all us guys relate so well.”
“Well, at least you’re not representing the woman he thinks killed his friend. Or so he says.”
“True. I’ll start, and you jump in whenever you feel like it.”
“Assuming he bother
