Who Killed Bob Teal?
Dean showed his badge, and told her that we wanted to speak to her in privacy. She got up to chase the kids and their dog out, and then stood with hands on hips facing us.
"Well, what do you want?" she demanded sourly.
"Want to get a line on your tenants," Dean said. "Tell us about them."
"Tell you about them?" She had a voice that would have been harsh enough even if she hadn't been in such a peevish mood. "What do you think I got to say about 'em? What do you think I am? I'm a woman that minds her own business! Nobody can't say that I don't run a respectable --"
This was getting us nowhere.
"Who lives in number one?" I asked.