Chapter Nineteen
I grabbed hold of Alfonso and pulled him from the cabinet onto my kitchen floor. His cigar tumbled. A bit of blood spattered. It wasn't to be helped.
“What the hell are you doin'?”
I ignored the growling lieutenant and felt Alfonso's carotid artery. That told me for certain what I already knew. To cement the idea, I said it aloud. “He's dead.”
“No s**t, Sam Spade. You needed to disturb the evidence to figure that out?”
“You don't think it's something you ought to be sure about?”
“I was sure. You killed him good and dead. It was obvious.”
“I didn't do this.”
“Your little buddy. Your cupboard. Your apartment.” Wenders yawned. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and sure as hell will be used against you in a court of law.”
“I didn't do this, We
