"TUROW, SCOTT - THE BURDEN OF PROOF" - читать интересную книгу автора (Turrow Scott)

police stationing themselves in this room which had always been his most
private place. Two policemen in uniform, man and a woman, stood, while
a plainclothes officer occupied the sofa. This third one, a detective
apparently, rose disorderly to offer his hand.

"Nogalski," he said. He gripped Stern's hand tepidly and did not bother
to look at him. He was a thick man, wearing a tweed sport coat. A hard
type. They all were. The detective motioned to a facing easy chair.
Behind Stern, the female officer mumbled something into her radio: We're
talkin' to him now.

"You up to a few questions, Sandy?"

"Of what nature?"

"The usual. You know. We got a report to make. Lieutenant's on the
way. Gotta fill him in. This come as a big

surprise to you?" the cop asked.

.Stern waited.

"Very much," he said.

"She the type to get all depressed and unhappy, the missus?"

This survey of Clara's character, to be attempted in a few sentences,
was for the moment well beyond him.

"She was a serious person, Detective. You would not describe her as a
blithe personality."

"But was she seeing shrinks, you know, anything like that?"

"Not to my knowledge. My wife was not of a complaining nature,
Detective. She was very private. '' "She wasn't threatening to do
this?"

"No."

The detective; mostly bald, looked directly at Stern for

the first time. It was evident he did not believe him. "We haven't
found a note yet, you know."

Stern stirred a hand weakly. He could not explain.

"And where have you been?" one of the Cops behind Stern asked.

"Chicago."