Holcomb said, “A couple of gentlemen want to talk with you, Mason.”
Sheriff Barnes opened the door in the rear of the car, and was followed by a closely coupled man, some ten years younger, who pushed his way across to Mason’s car, and instantly assumed the conversational lead. “You’re Mason?” he demanded.
Mason nodded.
“I’m Raymond Sprague, the district attorney from San Molinas.”
“Glad to know you,” Mason told him.
“We want to talk with you.”
“What about?” Mason asked.
“About Helen Monteith.”
“What about her?” Mason inquired.
“Where is she?”