“No,” Mason said. “I bought her a drink. She drank it out of a glass.”
“You act as though someone had put a burr under your saddle blanket,” Drake said.
“Someone has.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, can’t you take the burr out?”
Mason said, “I don’t want to. I prefer to start bucking.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“You have the name and address of that bookkeeper for The Hidden Home Society?”
“Yes.”