“You didn’t take much baggage,” Mason pointed out.
“No. I decided to go on the spur of the moment. I’ve had — well, troubles of my own.”
“Where does this friend live?”
“In Reno.”
“And you drove to Reno Monday?”
“Yes. I got in about daylight Tuesday morning. I felt a lot better after the drive.”
“And you’ve been there ever since?”
“Until late last night. I left about ten o’clock.”
“Where did you stay last night?”
She laughed nervously, and shook her head. “I don’t drive that way. When I want to go some place, I start driving. When I get sleepy, I pull off to the side of the road and get a few minutes’ sleep, then I start driving again. I much prefer to drive at night. I don’t like the glare of the sun on paved roads.”