“So,” he said, giving no sign of his satisfaction at having achieved a result, “I write that when the car stopped, you saw Krokin jump out of it first and run towards the scene of the incident?”
“Yes, but he only reached the scene of the fight after it had already started …”
The investigator put his pen down and gave me a special, thoughtful kind of look, as if he had discovered something new in a familiar object that he had already studied thoroughly.
“You already told me that.”
“Yes, and I ask you to enter it in the record.”
“Certainly,” said the investigator, leaning against the back of his chair, “but first I’d like to make sure that you’re telling me the truth.” He paused, but carried on studying me. “Tell me, where were you when the militia came to get you?”
“We went out for
