"Jake Rollins. Do you know him?"
"For the time being you let me ask the questions. How did you find me?"
"I’d rather not say." She raised the gun. "I saw your file," I lied.
"Bullshit! How’d you find me?"
"Change of address card."
"Bullshit! If you got the information from the post office, the police would be here." She pulled back the hammer.
"Somebody owed me a favor."
"Reggie."
I smiled.
"I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him."
"Don’t be too hard on Reggie, he didn’t tell the cops. Or anybody else."
"But you, he just up and told you."
"Like I said, he owed me."
"What do you know about Pamela?" Felicia demanded.
"I was going to ask you that."
"It’s early and I’m not in the mood for games."
"I know she died of what appeared to be a cocaine overdose, but the police didn’t find any traces of drugs in her system. I know you and her were roommates and that you most likely found the body and called the police. I know you used to be a cop." I raised my cuffed hands. "You quit the force to go back to school. How’s that going by the way?"
"About Pamela." She lowered the gun, but just a little.
"I know her and Mrs. Childers used to work together at a bank in Kansas City. I know that she came to New York from Kansas City to work for Manhattan Bank. But what I’d like to know from you, is who she was, how and why she died, and who killed her?"
"What makes you think I could tell you that?"
"Well, your roommate was most likely murdered in your apartment. You called the police, but you didn’t wait around to talk to them. Then you break into the crime scene, take your stuff, and come out here. If I wasn’t convinced by all that, then the fact that I’m wearing handcuffs and you’re pointing a gun at me, pushed me over the edge."
"Is that a fact?"
"Was it you who found the body?"
"Yes."
"Why didn’t you stay?"
"Who hired you?"
"Jake Rollins sister."
"Which one? The wannabe lady or the tramp?"
"The lady. She used to work at the bank in Kansas City with Pamela."
"What makes you think Pamela knew anything about Jake’s disappearing?"