"She outsmarted me. If I had called the police at three o'clock as I originally intended, I'd have been talking to them at the time of murder and would never have been a suspect. I'd be home reading a book right now, and you'd be in Philly. I don't think Tammy understands all that. Do you think she'd be willing to come here and talk with me?"
"No, I don't. Tammy thinks you're straight out lying. She doesn't think Loraine has anything to do with this. She thinks you fought with Towson and shot him. That's what she told Goddard. She doesn't think much of you. She said it's tragic an accomplished man with such a promising future should have his life cut short because some jerk drifts into town and wipes out years of accomplishments with two little bullets."
"When we met, I felt there was something between us. I'd like to see her again."
"That's understandable, she has that big boobs thing going for her."
"Sandy, please get off the oversexed notion. I'm not like that. You don't know me any better than I know you."
"You think Tammy would come here to jail to see you? Forget it. She's very upset. You know I don't have all the time in the world for this project of yours. I've a long list and seeing Tammy twice isn't on it. Do yourself a favor and forget about her. She doesn't like us, and you two simply aren't on the same side."
She looked at him sitting there-pathetic in that stupid jumpsuit, with two precious paperbacks and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels tightly gripped in his handcuffed hands. He seemed so fragile. So far, he was dealing with this horrible situation. She wouldn't be surprised if he soon became depressed. She should let up on him. Stop blaming him for trying to help someone.
"Okay, I'll go see her, just to give her your message. Maybe I'll find an excuse to cross paths with Detective Chip Goddard again."