“Because I have it,” she said.
Mason’s eyes narrowed.
“Louie wasn’t a fool,” she said. “He knew that his apartment might be searched. He had to have this stuff where he could get at it at any time. He left it with me.”
“What?”
“Papers.”
“What kind of papers? What would they buy?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I know that it got Louie twenty grand, and he said it was going to get him another twenty grand, maybe another eighty grand, before he’d let go of them.”
Mason, frowning thoughtfully, said, “Where did John get these papers?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
Mason said, “All right, Marcia. Where is the stuff?”