Beware the Curves

"The name of the man you want is Karl Carver Endicott. He lives at Citrus Grove, " I said to our client.
Ansel moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. "I hadn't anticipated that you'd just get the name."
"That's what you wanted," I told him. "In case you're interested in the murder."
"I'm not interested in the murder. I merely wanted..."
Suddenly his voice trailed away into dismayed silence. I grinned at him. "How did you know there'd been a murder, Ansel?"