‘I don’t think I should say anything else,’ she said, once she could again summon words. ‘May I go?’ The city cop had nodded, and Rogovoy had heaved himself to his feet to escort her out. ‘There’s something you’re not telling us,’ he said as he walked her down the hall. ‘And that’s a mistake. I don’t know if you’re protecting somebody or if you think you know better, but, believe me, you really should talk to me.’ He looked at her then, big eyes as sad as a spaniel’s, and she was sorely tempted to spill it all. It was a risk she didn’t dare take. ‘I didn’t do it, Detective Rogovoy,’ she’d said finally, her voice falling to a whisper. ‘I didn’t do any of it. I think someone is trying to set me up.’ ‘And who would that be?’ He leaned in, and in that moment she realized her mistake. She’d grown used to thinking of the detective as her friend, the gentle ogre. He was in cop mode, though. All he wanted was information, and Dulcie knew that anything she could say would only damn her further.
