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"Yeah. She talk to you?"
"Yes. How's your arm?"
"Fine. Better. You talk to the cops already? What
are they going to do?"
"May I ask something first? What about your dog?
Where is it?"
"He's dead. I had to kill him." Henry kept his eyes
on the window as he said this and spoke without
inflection.
"Really? You shot him?"
"Yeah."
"I see. He must have hurt you quite badly then. I
mean, some of your neighbors happened to mention to
me that you were very devoted to the dog. You killed
him?"
"Cut the shit and let me have it, what's gonna
happen here? You talk too much."
"Like women. Will you sit down for a second?"
Henry flung himself into the black cloth chair. The
lawyer cleaned his glasses with a fresh handkerchief.
"About an hour ago," he began quietly, "Mrs. Haig
talked with me and asked me to make a brief statement