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We were blocking the entrance to the Hall Attorneys and clerks and other cops were trying to get past ently I stepped aside

“What’s your name?” I asked

“Millie Cushing I pay my taxes”

I let that one go If she lived in San Francisco, she had a right to ask me for help

“This murder,” I said “What can you tell me about that?”

“Well, I didn’t see the murder happen, and I didn’t see the victim’s body, but I knew hiet shot dead on the street, and he’s not going to be the last, either”

Was Millie Cushing of sound mind? I couldn’t tell

I said, “You knohat? Theto be noisy Let’s go someplace where we can talk”

CHAPTER 10

I LED MILLIE to Café Ro block and across the street frolass , and the waitress took our orders; coffee for Millie, tea and dry toast for me

I said, “Millie, order whatever you want”

Millie took the cue and ordered eggs, toast, potatoes, sausage, and bacon She laughed, saying, “I guess that will hold me for the weekend”

When the waitress left the table, I asked Millie to tell ht her to the Hall thatfor me

She leaned across the san her story

“The murder happened outside Walton Square,” she said I knew the park well It was in the Financial District, not far from Southern Station’s beat