“Do you know where he is?”
“No.”
“I’m sorry to bother you,” Mason said, seating himself in a chair, “but there’s some information you can give me, and I want it.”
“I don’t know a thing—”
“Let’s go back and begin at the beginning,” Mason said. “You knew Carl Moar, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve known him for some time?”
“Yes.”
“How long since you’d seen him?”
“Do you mean before I left Honolulu?”