“I have done nothing wrong.”
“Come on, come on,” Drake said. “Let’s have it.”
Mason said, “Shut up, Paul. I’m going to insist that you have a chance to tell your story, Inez.”
There was doubt in her eyes. She glanced appealingly at Della Street, then said, “Well...”
As she hesitated, Drake said, “We have a witness who saw Jason Carrel when he left your apartment, so there’s no good trying to cover up.”
She whirled to face Drake. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Her muscles became poised, tense. “Jason Carrel leaving my apartment?” she asked.
“That’s right,” Drake said.
“Who are you and what do you want?”
“I’m a detective,” Drake said.
“Well, you’re barking on the wrong track, Mr. Detective. Jason Carrel was never in my apartment. I see it all now. You two are trying to run a bluff, figuring you’ll get me to talk. Thank you. I have nothing to say.”