“You wanted your freedom?”
“Why do you ask these questions?”
“Because it might help my client if I knew some of the answers, and the police are going to make you answer them anyway.”
“Who,” she asked, “is your client?”
Mason said, “I’m not ready to make any statements yet.”
“Is it that Gailord girl?”
“Why?” Mason asked. “What makes you think it’s she?”
She watched him with narrowed eyes. “That,” she said, “isn’t answering my question.”
Mason said, “And you aren’t answering mine.”
He strode out to the curb to stand gazing thoughtfully. The radio officer watched him narrowly. Paul Drake stood close by, his manner seemingly detached.