“I don’t believe it,” said Timuroff. “No human being could be named Twinkle Mossmaker.”
“She is,” Hector Grimwood assured him. “I remember her—a long blonde girl with a long nose, long hair, an almost nonexistent skirt, and a great many scarlet toenails, drinking too much and arguing with people. Her friends call her Twinkie. She must be saying dreadful things about me.
Timuroff, who guessed that she was one of Kielty’s prime witnesses, agreed but did not say so. He asked what else had happened, and learned that Mario Baltesar had phoned. Baltesar was embarrassed—he knew that Heck was not involved in Errol’s murder, in spite of what was being said, but there was his position, now that he was mayor. And his wife was Errol’s sister, after all. And he was sure there’d be no misunderstanding
