“Come right in,” Dana said brightly.
“Want us to take off our shoes?” Sergeant Bauer asked, glancing at Larry’s shoes on the mat.
She looked at their feet. Their shoes were clean and dry. “No, don’t bother.”
They walked in a foot or so and removed their hats.
“Sit down if you like,” she offered, pointing to the couch, but they shook their heads and stood where they were.
Lieutenant Hanson handed his hat to the sergeant, unbuttoned his overcoat, and pulled a notepad and pen from his shirt pocket. He took down her name, address, birth date, and place of employment. “We’ll only be a minute or two,” he promised. “We have just a few questions.”
“Sure,” she said. She didn’t know if she should sit down, so she didn’t, but she went to the coffee table to light up a cigarette. Then, holding t
