“What?” I'd been too busy with my pity party to hear the sheriff's question. “What did you say?”
“The black midget,” he repeated. “When you got to the museum, you bought a ticket for yourself and you bought a ticket for a little person. Who was he?”
That one caught me off guard. It was the first hint they knew about Alfonso. I had to do some quick thinking – and keep a poker face at the same time. Should I reconsider emptying the bag? If they knew about Alfonso… Then again it was possible they didn't know about Alfonso at all. They might just have stumbled upon the n***d fact I'd been seen with a midget. Surely they…
“We talked to the girl in the ticket booth,” the sheriff barked, interrupting my thoughts but helpfully filling in the blank for me. “We know damn well you bought a ticket
