"All of the above."
"Good, so you're probably savvy with the dos and don'ts. I phoned the Chief of Detectives in Philadelphia. He said you're okay."
"I'm thrilled at the thought."
"Hey look, don't let your wisecracks get in the way of our understanding each other. I'm trying to get you pegged. You've made it clear I must deal with you, and I'm trying to figure out if I can live with that."
"I'm sorry. I'll behave. I have no idea who the Chief of Detectives is, nevertheless I'm glad I received no bad reports."
"That's better. So, you're like a semi-pro in this business. Now I see why you hustled down here when your brother had a problem."
"He didn't have a problem until he met you. I gather you need help right now or you wouldn't have called me?"
"Correct."
"And you'd never ask for help from me, if you thought my brother was guilty, right?"
"I didn't say that."
"Well, you'll get absolutely no help from me unless you're buying this coffee. I have my principles."
"You're tough. Okay, I'll assume you know how to dig for the bits and pieces that could help both of us. To start with, I need to find out about the Jardin Café, something beyond public records, something beyond common knowledge."
"Ah, the Norma Martin angle, tell me more."
"Nope."
She struck a pose with one hand on her hip and stared at him.
"You have to let me be a cop."
She shrugged and took a notebook from her purse. "It's owned by MoonGlow Enterprises, a Delaware Partnership."
"Thanks a lot, but anyone can Google that."
"Well, they don't make it easy to dig down to the true owners. I work with a gal at our firm in Philly who specializes in uncovering such information. That is I used to work with her. I might not have a job anymore. Anyway, I've already phoned and given her that business name. She's checking it out. I'll get back to you."
"Excellent. May I ask something else of you? I'd prefer you not interview Towson's seventh floor neighbor, at least not yet."
She wasn't aware Towson had a seventh floor neighbor. She bluffed, "Well, I don't know if I can promise that, why not?"
"She's old and deaf to start with, Mrs. Crawford. She witnessed people coming and going that day, and I don't want to get her more confused than she already is. I'm afraid if you talk to her, later she might even identify you as the killer."
She didn't laugh. "So, it was a woman she saw?"
"Oh, you're fast. Come on, I didn't say that."