Prayer for the Dead Page 28
Gold sighed. “Possibly, Probably. If he’s sane most of the time, he can get away with it.”
Becker turned to look at Gold. “In other words, you admit you can’t really tell.”
“I admit we can’t always tell… Can you, Becker? Can you always tell if they’re sane or insane?”
Becker grinned broadly. “What’s the difference?”
Becker turned back toward the window and watched the traffic for a moment before moving toward the door, rubbing his fingertips together.
“You should dust more often, Gold,” he said. “The place is full of cobwebs.”