After the questioning was over, as the rest of us were eating, my employer smoked a cigarette and sipped some of the soda. Then she looked up.
Ron, who had a huge hunk of sandwich in her mouth, nodded and started to chew very rapidly. I wondered how long it had been since she'd eaten.
Jan laughed and held up a hand. "Take your time. Chew thoroughly. We're not going anywhere."
When Ron had swallowed, finally, she said, "Yes?" which was a bit anticlimactic.
"I just want to be clear about one thing. As far as you could tell, Doug was probably in that room, alone, for some period of time before the murderer joined him?"
She nodded. "Yes."