“He wasn’t?”
“Not so’s I knew.”
Marvia almost told her about the drug cocktail in Bjorner’s ashtray, but she restrained herself. Could she give Markham something harmless and get something useful back for it? “There was an ashtray on the table where he was sitting when he died.”
Markham shook her head. “KRED is smoke-free. Hey, next week they’re going scent-free, strictly macrobiotic, and no leather goods.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Sure I am, honey. But it wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Do you have any reason to believe that Robert Bjorner was involved in drug transactions? Either for his personal use or as a dealer?”
“Hey, I told you, I didn’t even know he was a doper.”
“And I didn’t say he was, either, Maude. All right?”
“I always protect my sources.”
“Okay. Me too. But you still haven’t to
