I couldn’t help but think that this utterance was the bedrock foundation of all philosophical inquiry. I gave no answer and she expected none. “What did you do with the gun?” I asked after the proper interval. She turned back to the window and fiddled with her hair. “Come on, now,” I said. “If I can figure it out you know the cops can, too.” “I left it at John’s. He said that he’d get rid of it the next time he goes out to Long Island.” “Why didn’t you toss it into a river?” “I was afraid that somebody’d see me.” I thought that we should drop by Prince’s apartment and pick up the weapon. That
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