24Susan Kent sat as still as death, making no sign she’d heard him. When the screen door shut she closed her eyes, wincing a little as if it had slammed to and struck her in the face.
Captain Lamb leaned forward and patted her hand.
“Now we’ve got over that,” he said kindly. “Now let’s see where we are. You don’t have to worry about your husband. He’d got witnesses to show where he was the times we’re concerned with. What I want to know about is Kramer and that gun.”
They went through all that again, only this time she told him about Kramer’s two telephone calls Tuesday night. Then she showed him where the gun was pushed when Bill opened the door at three o’clock, so it was half-way to the wall where she’d found it in the morning. Lamb took his own gun out, went outside, closed the door
