"The painting that your patient Mr. Oliver attacked."
John laughed. "You know, I wouldn't have thought of asking that, but it was included in the police report. It's called Leda. A Greek myth, I guess. At least thats what comes to mind. The report said it was a painting of a naked woman."
"One of Zeus's conquests," I said. "He came to her in the form of a swan. Who painted it?"
"Oh, come on you're making this feel like Art History 125. Which I almost failed, by the way. I don't know who painted it and I doubt the arresting officer did either."
"All right. Get back to work. Have a good day, John," I said, trying to uncrick my neck and hold the receiver at the same time.
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