“Oh,” she replied, not really wanting to hear any more.
“Yeah,” he said, nodding thoughtfully. “Turns out that we have come upon a parking receipt from Redding, the morning after Carson’s death, and the evidence points to you, Ms. Mason.”
She frowned. “I told you, Detective, I have never been to Redding; not to visit, not to deliver a body, and not to park. I have never been there at all.”
“Yes, ma’am, so you had said. It’s just that new evidence would suggest to the contrary.”
“If someone parked in Redding that morning, I can assure you that it wasn’t me. Good day, Detective.”
“Good day, Ms. Mason. You should check out the deals on produce this morning. Did you know that much of it comes from Redding? You know, I have found that you just can’t beat that area for supplying critical th
