Chapter 9
“So tell me about them,” I said.
“I wasn’t trying to scare you. I really do want to find out what happened to Dusty,” she said. Her mouth turned down. “I just don’t want to hear any of the gory details, you know?”
“Don’t worry.”
“And I can’t divulge any, you know, of the confidential business stuff, although I really don’t care at this point.”
“The cops talked to you, right?”
She looked over at the fire. “Yeah.”
“You told them everything pertinent, I hope?” When she nodded, I said, “Let’s go sit down.”
I led her into the living room, where I poured two glasses of sherry. I knew I probably shouldn’t have more booze, especially after I’d had only a few hours’ worth of sleep the previous night, and part of that slumber had taken place in a moving car. But I’d hardly touched
