Mason nodded without eagerness and indicated a chair with a wave of his hand.
“So you’re Mason,” Serle said, his eyes showing quick interest. “I’ve heard about you... I don’t need a mouthpiece.”
“I don’t solicit business,” Mason told him.
Quick comprehension showed in Serle’s eyes. “And I’m not talking about that other matter,” he said.
“Why not?” Mason asked.
“I’m a witness for the prosecution.”
“That doesn’t keep one from telling the facts.”
“It does me.”
“Been ordered not to talk?” Mason asked.
Serle shrugged his shoulders, caught the eye of a waitress, and beckoned to her. As she crossed over to the table, Serle asked, “Where’s Hazel?”