been around long enough and paid enough attention to enough things to know that just a conversation with a detective is never just a conversation.
He went anyway because he was Walter Briggs and Walter Briggs did not hide from the things he was afraid of.
He hid certain things, yes, he had always done that.
But he did not hide himself.
There is a distinction there that mattered enormously to him.
He sat in a beige interview room at the police precinct on Broad Street and Detective Harmon, a
