Bass laughed. “No, he wouldn’t have. He would never have had the time.”
“You mean he didn’t like circulating with old war buddies? From the good old W-W two days? Not even to sell a couch?”
“Not even to sell a couch.” Bass’s coffee was hot, but he took a sip anyway. “He talked about it a little later, the war. After most of them were gone.”
“Gone?”
“Buried.”
Macky returned to the main subject. “She had gun residue on her hands. She tried to wipe it off and we have the handkerchief she used. Covered with gunpowder. We don’t need to wait for it to be analyzed. You can tell from the smell. This is all like a gift. A gift we can give to the D.A.”
“She clammed up and her attorney clammed up,” Bass said.
“That’s none of our business, not anymore. If that 9mm is the gun, our job is done. E
