“Dammit, you are involved! Some militant on KPFA just go through asking why the pigs called you in at all, when it’s well known you’re a White Russian reactionary, and that you threatened the late St. Errol publicly. Then he demanded that they investigate your whereabouts last night. You better have a damn good alibi.”
“I didn’t threaten him,” Timuroff answered reasonably. “I merely said the world would be a cleaner, sweeter place without him—which it is. As for last night, I was in at the death of a rather despicable wolf, but it was quite legal. I was with Liselotte and the Cominazzos, and we had a federal judge there besides.”
“Bah!” shouted Ledenthal; and Timuroff reflected that he had never met another man who could say the word and make it sound like an enraged gravel truck grindin
