“Baloney!” she said, and poured the whiskey.
“Make mine light,” Mason warned.
She continued pouring, until she had a good two fingers of whiskey in the bottom of the tumbler.
“Okay,” Drake said, “just make them all alike.”
She carefully measured the liquor into the three glasses. The detective squirted in charged water and said, “That’s fine. Do we drink here or do we go back to the other room?”
“We go back to the other room.”
When they had seated themselves, Drake looked around and said, “Nice apartment.”
“I like it.”
“Been here long?”
“Three months.”