"It's...amazing," she said, still sniffling, "how...clear things look after they...smash you in the face. Looking back now I remember times I saw Mort and Nick looking at each other and never realized it was a gaze of love. Or lust or whatever the hell they call it. Mort would go out at night sometimes and not tell me where he was going. He must've been meeting Nick. That sick motherfu..."
She started crying again.
"Deborah, I need to ask you a few questions. Who is Stan North?"
She stopped sobbing, "Stan North is the head of the City Planning Office."