“Answering a few questions.”
“Sure would.”
“Where do you live?”
He told me.
I looked at Davis. “Is it far?”
“About five minutes.”
“We’ll go there, and mind, Mitchell, don’t start anything funny.”
“I won’t.”
We piled into Davis’s car, drove over to Mitchell’s place. He took us into the front room. It was plainly but comfortably furnished.
“You alone?” I asked.