There was a pause. “This is when I’m supposed to ask you what you were doing at the Rainbow strip club where Dr. Korman’s girlfriend works. What you were doing there today.”
“Watching the show,” I said innocently. “Look, I’ve got a lot of cooking to do.”
“You’ve always got a lot of cooking to do when I start asking you questions.”
“Could you get back to me when they have the autopsy and ballistics results?”
“Oh! She wants autopsy and ballistics results! Why, yes, ma’am.” But there was affection in his voice. When he signed off, I knew his only challenge would be figuring out a way to say that someone had tipped him off to the remote possibility that the Rainbow Men’s Club was laundering cash through Dr. John Richard Korman, deceased.
Even I thought it sounded a bit ridiculous. Still,
