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"I was scared. I had the feelin' somethin' bad was wrong. I crawled back across the roof and looked into the window again. I know I'll have to pay for the damage I did, but I knew I had to get into her apartment. I knew somethin' was wrong . . . real wrong." |
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"That was the easy part. I saw them do it in a movie once, when a house was burnin' and some little children were trapped inside. I wrapped my apron around my hands and used my arms like a club. I was surprised at how easy it broke, just like in the movie." |
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Machino leaned back in his chair, a wry smile playing with the corners of his mouth. The woman wasn't quite as committed to self-destruction as he had first thought. |
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"I know you've been through all of this before, Mrs. Markle, but I wonder if you'd mind walking me through it one more time?" |
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She stared timidly back at the patient man, not wanting to but knowing she had to, because he was the law and he was asking her to. |
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"Like I said, I broke most of the window. The moment I did I could smell the terrible smell. It was like . . . like spoiled food. I made myself crawl through the window. Everything was rancid. I never smelled anything like it before." |
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"And where did you find the body of the man?" |
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