Freel turned to Drake. “You believe me, don’t you?” he asked.
“Sure,” Drake said carelessly.
“Know Coleman Reeger?” Mason asked, still staring out of the window.
“No,” Freel said. “Who’s he?”
“You don’t know anything about him?”
“No.”
“Ever heard the name?”
“No, I’m quite certain I haven’t. I have a good memory for names.”
“You take a lot of prompting,” Mason said. “It took quite a while to get you to remember Tidings.”
“I was lying about Tidings,” Freel confessed. “I thought it would be better not to let anyone know… Well, you know how it is.”