If he shifted his eyes to the right, he'd see on the TV screen the has-beens and never-would-bes of Hollywood Squares pretending to enjoy themselves. The TV screen was silent, the sound turned off. All Chee could hear was the voice of Sheriff Gordo Sena, whose face Chee could see when he turned his eyes straight ahead. Voice and face were angry. "What I want you to do," Sena was saying, "is drop all the bullshit. Just tell me some by-God truth for once. I want to know how you knew Tom Charley had that box. And what was in it. And what happened to it. And how come that feller in the Plymouth was after him." And what I'd like to know, Chee was thinking, is how Gordo Sena got past the nurse. The fbi people had come earlier, while he was trying to eat his breakfast, and the nurse had peered in at him and said, "You're not ready to talk to police, are you," and that had been the end of the fbi. But thirty minutes later, Sena had simply pushed the door open, stalked in, turned off the TV volume, sat in the bedside chair, and said, "By God, we're going to get some things straightened out." It was now about thirty questions later.
What do You think about Hillerman, Tony - [Leaphorn & Chee 04]?
