“I’m glad you’ve seen the light,” Ledenthal grunted. “Don’t misunderstand me, Amos. I’m not convinced, not yet. But it’s a new perspective. Mind if I ask a question?”
“Poop ahead.”
“Do you have any solid information—even if it’s something you aren’t free to talk about—linking Hemmet and Miranda to the killing?”
“I told you, Tim. I don’t know a damn thing the whole world doesn’t know—but I know them. Okay, maybe it’s like Reese keeps telling me and I was a goddamned fool shooting off my mouth the way I did, but I know I’m right. You can smell ’em everywhere.”
“For instance?”
“For instance that crazy dagger he was stabbed with. I was at Socrates’ party, and God knows there was enough confusion. Every collector and his brother came—Baltesar, Melmoth, Kalloch, even Tom Coulter. Then there
