“Dark woolen dress with a red fox jacket and one of those good-looking little hats.”
“Easy on the eyes?” Mason asked.
“Gosh, I’ll say. She’s a beauty. I could go for that number in a big way.”
Drake winked at Mason.
“Okay. We’ll go back and wait in our car,” Mason said. “You tag along and see what you can do.”
Mason and Drake walked back to sit in Drake’s car while they waited.
“You got some ideas on the time of Tidings’ death, Perry?” Drake asked.
“I think I have.”
“What are they?”
Mason said, “I don’t know. The thing doesn’t make sense… Not the way Homicide has it figured out.”