Something other than blood

"He can," Corwin said in his scratchy voice, nodding toward Ben.

"That's between you and him. Just as long as we are clear that I can't force you to cooperate."

"We clear, sweetheart."

I flashed him a smile. "The information you provide today is confidential but not privileged."

"What do that means?"

"It means," Ben said, "that she'll keep it to herself but she'll have to give it up if subpoenaed by court."

"He's right." I looked at Corwin.

"I must also warn you that if you murdered Greg Feldman, I'll try my best to kill you."

Corwin leaned back and a strange gurgling rumble emanated from his throat. A moment later I realized he was laughing.

"I understand," he said, his irises shining with green.

"Let's begin then. Have you taken any part, directly or indirectly, in the murder of Greg Feldman?"

"No."