were my personal belongings that I dropped when trying to administer first aid. I picked them up when Officer Milkova told me to leave the scene. I think your techs would be grateful to have extraneous items removed. Although I did abandon my coat.â
My throat contracted, and I looked involuntarily at my hand, my right hand, which had been pushing my coat against Nadiaâs bleeding back. âYou can keep the coat,â I said. âIâll never wear it again.â
Finchley paused briefly and decided to let my handbag ride.
âDid you know the dead woman?â
âNo.â
âWhy were you here?â
âItâs a club. You can come in if you want a drink and want to see the show. I was doing both those things.â
Finchley sighed. âYou know, anyone else in this town, Iâd nod and take your name and phone number and urge you to wash the blood off and try to forget the horrors you witnessed. But V. I. Warshawski chooses to come to a club the one night of the year a woman gets murdered at the back door? You know what the captainâs going to ask when he hears that. Why were you here tonight?â
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