“Her brother’s an engineer out at Boulder Dam.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know her.”
“Who,” I asked, “was the redheaded girl with the bunny nose that you were chumming around with at the Cactus Patch?”
“I don’t know whom you mean.”
“Don’t know anyone like that?”
“No. I may have stopped and passed the time of day with someone, but I haven’t any friend who answers that description. How old?”
“Oh, twenty-three or twenty-four.”
She shook her head.
I said, “Well, get ready to go. We may leave in a hurry.”
“Okay.”