This was new territory for him. He wasn’t exactly sure where he was. Finally he caught her expression. “Something on your mind, Detective Torres?” “Yes. I want to clarify something before we continue.” She ignored his expression, the patronizing, indulgent smile. “Mr. Stein, you do not have any interest at all in who killed this woman. Am I correct? This is not a matter of any particular interest to you.” “Absolutely not. It doesn’t make any difference to me, in any way. The girl is dead. Someone killed her. That happens all the time; every how many minutes? How many every hour? Someone somewhere can quote the numbers. My interest is not in the crime or the victim. My interest is in the witnesses.” “All right. Then let us understand something, between us.” Again, his slight smile. “My job,” she told him, “is to find answers. First, who did this thing. Second, why it was done. And, with the knowledge we gain—the police officers on this case—to help see the perpetrator is apprehended.
