“Nothing. But I have a hunch you have.”
“All right,” Mason said grimly. “Try not to be a mind reader, then. In other words, Paul, as your attorney, my best advice to you is to not only act dumb, but be dumb and follow directions.”
Drake said, “Okay, Perry, I’m dumb.”
Chapter 5
Mason drove around the block, looking for a parking space. “Tell me, Paul,” he said, “just what you’ve found out about them.”
“Understand, Perry,” Drake apologized, “the information’s a little sketchy. After all, my men only had a few minutes...”
“Sure, never mind all that stuff,” Mason said. “Give me what you have.”
“Well, in the beginning, it started out to be a legitimate restaurant. They called it The Golden Plate then. They changed the name to The Golden Platter about the time they opened up the gambling joint upstairs.”
“Just the two of them?”
“That’s right, Bill Golding and Eva Tannis. Lately they’ve been passing as husband and wife, but apparently they aren’t married.”