The interview at Miss Bernhard's wasn't what I was expecting. Don't think I ever remember being the bearer of really bad news but perhaps I should have been prepared. Miss Bernhard had answered our knock at her apartment door. She seemed on edge and babbled something about over sleeping and how she couldn't get a hold of her business partner, Paul Morimoto. At which I opened with the first bomb shell, "I am sorry, Ma'am, but Paul Morimoto was found dead this morning at a soho dance club."
Before she could object I pushed Mr. Morimoto's identification before her. "OMG, Paul..How?"
"Fraid that's still under investigation, Ma'am."
"I see.. I'm his only family here.. His mother passed away last year. His father is somewhere in a Chinese prison camp.."
"We'll need you to come down to the station once we can confirm this. Ma'am, there's unfortunately more to this visit than Mr. Morimoto's regards.."
Bombshell 2.
"Regards? What more can there be? Officer?"
"Ma'am.."
She clutched my right arm unsteady on her feet. At which point Miss Bernhard stared deep into my eyes. I felt a light gnawing pain inside of my head as Miss Bernhard's grip on my arm for stability tightened.. I'm not sure how but it was as if she found in my eyes what I was going to say. "No not Harry.." she sighed and abruptly fell to the floor unconscious..
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