“You know Laurence Benjamin well, do you?” I ask.
“Too well, if you want to know the truth,” William says, looking at his watch again. O joy! I must have guessed right about the affair between Laurence and William’s wife, Dana.
“Are you in a hurry to get somewhere?” I inquire, still keeping pace.
“Isn’t that obvious?” William says.
I sense that the moment has come to bait my hook, so I say, “Oh, I see. You don’t have time to talk right now. I’m interested in the case and I hoped you could tell me what’s going on. And I could tell you a thing or two I know about Laurence Benjamin.”
William stops and stares at me. “What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t,” I say. I dare not give him my real name and wish to avoid using Sven or any name beginning with the letter L, so I tell him, “It
