'You and your husband know Clint Stapleton,' I said.
She shrugged.
'And his parents know you,' I said.
She moved one foot in a small circle, watching it as she did so.
'Sure,' she said finally. 'They're Hunt's aunt and uncle.'
'Clint is your husband's cousin?'
She shrugged, watching her boot make small circles in the air. 'Yeah,' she said.
'Jesus Christ,' I said.
We were quiet. It was hard to think with that worldclass body staring at me. I was the complete professional, and totally loyal to Susan, but I had to fight off the urge to rear up on my hind legs and whinny. She kept moving the toe of her boot in its little circle.
'Cops know this?'
'I don't know.'
'You tell them?'
'I don't remember if I did or not. What difference does it make?'
'Did you really see a black man drag Melissa into his car?'
'Of course.'
'Why did you pretend you didn't know Clint when I asked you before?'
'Hunt says it's better not to get Clint involved.'
'Protect that pro career, right?'
'Sure.'
'What makes the Stapletons related to the McMartins?' I said.
'Dina Stapleton is Hunt's father's sister.'
'You happily married to Hunt?' I said.
She shrugged again.
'Hunt's got a good future,' she said.
'You get along?'
'He cares about me, but he's not as, ah, physical as I am.'
'And you take care of that problem by, ah, branching out,' I said.
'Most of the time I'm luckier than I was with you.'
'I don't think luck's got much to do with it,' I said.
She smiled a little but didn't say anything.
'You love your husband?' I said.
She was quiet for a moment watching her toe circles.
'We get along,' she said. 'If I have a little adventure like this one, it doesn't mean we don't get along.'
'Hell, Glenda,' I said. 'Maybe it means that you do.'
'You can understand that?'
'I can understand that it might,' I said.
'But not for you?'
'No, not for me.'
'Why not.'
'I'm in love,' I said.
'Oh,' she said.
I stood up. I knew she hadn't seen a black man pull anyone into his car. I also knew she wasn't going to make a court-useful admission of that fact, so I saw no reason to press the point. Besides that, my id was locked in grim combat with my super ego, and was going to prevail if I didn't get out of there.
'Thanks for showing me your body,' I said.
'I had hoped to do more.'
'Yeah,' I said.
I tried not to sound wistful. She stood, and walked with me to the door.
'Would you kiss me good-bye?' she said.
