“Nothing,” Drake said. “They’re keeping her under surveillance, that’s all. My men have her sewed up. When these other shadows moved in, they got wise and tipped me off. One of my boys recognized them. They’re from Homicide.”
“And there’s been no sign of Pete Chennery?”
“None. She’s sitting tight... And don’t think Holcomb is going to do anything to play into your hands, Perry, because he isn’t. He has shadows on the job, but that’s as far as he’ll go.”
Mason grinned. “Thanks, Paul. I think this leaves us sitting pretty.”
As court reconvened at two o’clock, Mason took up his cross-examination of Diggers. “You say you were going about twenty-five miles an hour, Mr. Diggers?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And this defendant stepped out from the curb, directly in front of your headlights?”
“Yes, sir.”
“About how long was it after she stepped out from the curb in front of your headlights before you struck her?”
“Not more than one or two seconds, at the most.”