Hobart was speaking to another investigating officer several yards away from me. I knew they had separated us on purpose. At first I thought that was pretty sneaky of them, but soon I would learn that they—these investigators—had come to some odd conclusions about what had really happened here.
“Ms. Strong,” the plain-clothed man said. “I'd like to ask you some questions about what happened, if you don't mind?” He was six-two, looked burly to me, light hair closely cropped to his head. He wore a brown suit, but had a leather police jacket on over it, no hat. His ears were red as beets from the cold air.
“We answered questions already, but whatever,” I said, not finding this easy at all.
“What happened? Start from the beginning,” he said. I went into how I had been with Jack in the resta
