Pale Kings And Princes
“He sat down beside me.
"Cup of tea, please," he said to Wally. Wally scowled. Lundquist smiled at him. "I know it's more trouble than coffee," he said, "but I just like it better. Little lemon too, please." Wally got to work on the tea.
"Rogers was shot twice in the head from behind with a forty-one-caliber firearm," he said. "We assume it was a revolver because we didn't find any brass, though the perpetrator could have cleaned up afterwards." "Forty-one caliber?" I said.
"Yeah, an oddball," Lundquist said.
"How many of those are registered?" I said. The tea came. Lundquist squeezed the wedge of lemon into the cup, jiggled the tea bag a little, studying the color. Then he took the bag out and set it soggily into his saucer. "Sugar, please," he said. I passed the cup of sugar packets to him. He opened two at once, lining them up and ripping off the tops. Then he poured the sugar in his tea and stirred it carefully.
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