“Draw something?” Drake asked, as Mason opened the door of the car.
“I’ll say I did. She not only left her films there but left a mailing address. The chap with the broken neck isn’t Eves.”
Mason entered the car, placed the package on his lap and he and Drake studied the address.
“Know where the place is?” Mason asked.
“Yes. It’s up in the Santa Cruz Mountains.”
“How long will it take us to drive it?”
“An hour and a half probably, maybe a little longer if it rains.”
Mason said, “Okay, let’s go. We’ll mail the photos.”
“We may be taking a detour which ends in a blind road,” Drake told him. “After all, Perry, how do we know she had any connection with Moar?”
“We don’t,” Mason said, “but outside of Moar’s party, she’s the only living person on that ship who knew Carl Moar by sight, and whom Moar knew by sight.”