I shrugged.Guess Ill be leaving now. Doxey tried the pretense of being so busy that he had neither seen nor heard Mason enter. Under the steady impact of Masons eyes be could no longer stand the strain. He glanced up and made a farcical failure of registering surprise. What time was that? What happened? Mason shook his head.Better not. See if you can get Herbert Doxey on the telephone, Della. And what did you do with that green paint, if anything? He sat, sipped his iced tea, and looked her over. Her makeup had hidden some of the dark circles under her eyes, but not every fragment of them. Her face was pinched and her normally luxuriant hair seemed thinner, less robust. I admired Jess more than liked her. She had that slight air of condescension all wealthy liberals have when they address the woes of average people, but her relentless battles fought for the poor and the helpless overcame it. She also had the same condescension for people she employed, including me and my staff. One twenty-five? So I shut off the radio, jumped out of the car, ran to the door and called him. I thought I could cook up some sort of a story to get him back down. What did the van driver have to say? Dino asked. Only she wasnt there. You cant verify his story as to where he was between four and five oclock? Mason asked. So what? What? I see a passport and a wallet, Stone said..