“I knew him to be a rather silent man” Jane told the police.
“So you never talked to him in passing? “They responded
“No not even then, we nodded as we passed every day, but never spoke.” “I don’t know what else I can tell you?”
“A man you live next door to” The captain queered, “and you can’t say you knew him at all, and you’re not surprised he took his own life?”
“Well what can I say, this is the city, and people keep to themselves.”
“You seem kind of cold about the whole mess”.
Jane stuttered now. “I—I can’t offer you any other help,”
“Can you explain the blood on your dress?” the captain said
“That isn’t blood,” Jane lied. “It is paint from my painting class.”
“I think you better come downtown with us.” As they slipped on the handcuffs.