Thanks for telling me basically squat. Not exactly, but they excavated close enough to it so that there was a cave-in. Almost, I said. WASP kept his eye on her, obviously not believing this. He turned to Devine, looked him over the way guys did one another. TheCan I kick the shit out of him or not? sort of dance that young men undertook, particularly when booze and women were involved. All right, Mason said, come in and sit down. Now tell me, what is it? She hipped her way out of the booth.Oh, all right. Im not wanted, Ill go. The person who sent me that note knew all of this. How? And why tell me?When was she supposed to have done this? May I have some, Dad? And Im the poster boy for that. Why, the district attorney found the person who had rented the cab. He pointed her out to me and told me she was a friend of the— Lets see it, said Ekman. You didnt see him drive away? Shit, I read about that. Suicide, right? I know, Mason said, but... well, I have the responsibility. They walked up the short flight of steps. He unlocked the door, and they passed through. Devine gave it more time. He wanted to let them have a chance to settle, if theyhad just come back from the police morgue. And he wanted to make sure no cops showed up to meet with them on either a prearranged basis or a spontaneous one. On the third of June of this year quite early in the morning..