He had gone straight to the jail to have Miss Pairo brought up to the interview room as soon as he left Lieutenant Moses. He was surprised to discover that the retired captain’s girlfriend was remarkably stupid and inarticulate. He wondered how the captain had been able to stand her company whenever they weren’t between the sheets. Miss Pairo tried out a range of attitudes on him and ran herself through a gamut of emotions over the course of the long interview, but her fear and anxiety were as plain as her protests of innocence. Still, she could not explain how the gun got into her locked apartment. It was certainly the murder weapon: handmade, firing a distinct 35-caliber forged lead slug. The barrel still smelled of freshly burned powder and the chamber was minus a round. Miss Pairo’s denials added just enough to the case to make his job hard, and to guarantee the need for fieldwork. The rest of her interview was worthless. The poor woman was so terrified that she would eagerly swear to seeing pigs fly if she thought that it would get her off the hook.
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