His forehead wrinkles for a long moment before he speaks. “Hey, Mr Klempner…” His head flops down again, but his eyes now focus on me properly. “What are you doing here? And…?” His gaze moves to Stanton and the frown returns.
“I came to see you, Mickey.” I pull up a chair, sit beside him. “They tell me you turned accident-prone last night.”
He’s still looking past me, towards Stanton. “Isn’t that…?”
“Have you met the City Commissioner of Police, Mickey? This is Will Stanton. He… We were hoping you might be able to tell us a bit more about what happened to you last night. What you remember about someone sticking you.”
“Um…” He rubs at his forehead. “It’s all a bit…”
I lean in. “Mickey, have they told you it was my knife that was used to stab you?”
His eyes clear again. “Yours? No, th
