Mason glanced at Della Street, then looked down at the address on the memo pad. She had brought along a cup of hot water and a clean cloth. She cleaned the wound— a deep horizontal gash about the length of his eyebrow — and examined his eyes for signs of a concussion. Then she used an antiseptic on the trauma area. He decided he needed to work out. He changed and was leaving when he saw the light under Jill Tapshaws door. He knocked. But the more he thought about his conversation with Stamos, the more he homed in on her vague response and her reluctance to go into detail about what Ewes had told her about the play. It was a good mind, I said. And the police? She stared at him for a long moment, something building in her expression that Devines drug-induced thoughts could not readily interpret. Theyre up the mountain, at a place called 10,000 Waves, he said. No, Im still too broken up. You think hell follow? Id like to argue with that, but I cant think of an argument. I think hell go after the others. I think hes enjoying himself too much to stop. You have another point. Youre scoring well today. The cascade of financial data washed across his computer screen, but Devine wasnt really focused on it. He was just treading water in a shark tank. It couldnt be long now, could it? And told Mr. Doxey what you had done?.