“Is that so?”
Elliot nodded. “She never talks about personal stuff. Better still, she keeps her yap shut about anything I tell her. I like that in a woman. In anybody.”
Ben watched Elliot as he spoke, thinking the guileless man more honest than most people.
Elliot looked down at his frayed slippers. “She isn’t hurt, is she?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“But you’re not sure.”
“I just wanted to talk to her,” Ben said. “The important question is if you’ve seen her tonight.”
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