“Puttin’ two slugs in some gumshoe in an alley behind the Whitman’s Chocolates place, now that ain’t their style at all. Murder, My Sweet’s what me and Louisa’s been callin’ it. You know, like that movie with that singer fella playing the detective? Because it was next to the chocolate place.” Henry laughed at his own joke. Everything about him was friendly. So friendly he could make light of murder.”
