Della Street and Perry Mason
“Della, get Paul Drake. I’m going to send him to Mexico to follow up on this.”
“Perry, remember, the wall was just completed. We didn’t vote for the guy, but we have to live with this. We can’t just go over unless we don’t care about returning.”
“Oh, right, Della. Then let’s do it this way. We’ll drive up to Bakersville and see a man about a pawn ticket.”
“I don’t know. Won’t Trag be alerted?”
“Trag’s in the hospital with Covid. It’s Berger I’m worried about. He’d have a field day if he knew we had the mink coat. Send Trag’s replacement the ticket.”
“Perry, that’s so sad about Trag. But I just thought of one other thing. Should we be concerned about Dixie Dayton not wearing a face mask? What’ll we do when we find her?”
“Right, Della. The way she flew out of the restaurant. Though I’m thinking of that hard looking man—his eyes sharp as razors. You don’t miss anything with his mouth covered. Remember how he didn’t turn around when the police came in to talk with Maurie?”
“Perry, not to change the subject, but I think we should get new masks ourselves. These are a little—”
“Shabby is what you’re going to say. I’m not a mind reader, but I know you. This isn’t a fashion show, Della. How would it look coming into court with anything fancy? Not that we have any onlookers. Just us, Berger’s people, and the witnesses and judge. I just heard they are pushing trials back even further. Too dangerous after that the San Francisco incident. Thankfully, Los Angeles is taking the right measures. Yes, yes, I know. Okay. You’re wondering if I’m done.”
“Well, yes. Are we heading to Morrie’s? I could use some dinner.”
“Della. Here’s your coat. Let’s do that, shall we.”
“Wait, Perry, I hear Paul next door.”
“Hi beautiful.”
“Hi, Paul. You know I love it, but you should be careful. Did you hear the secretary down the hall sued her employer for harassment? Oh, don’t worry. I’m just kidding.”
“Paul, I hope you were able to get some information. Yes, get out your notebook.”
“Perry, you just won’t believe it. I found Dixie, and—”
“What? Do you find Dixie’s behavior inconsistent?”
“Perry. She’s a woman.”
“That’s no excuse.”
“I’m just wondering what’s next, Perry.”
“Paul, funny that you should ask that. I want you to get the next flight to Washington. There’s some dark money in Supreme Court nominations I want you to look at. Not our usual line, I know, but we have to do it. You know who I want to investigate.”
“I have a hunch. Okay. I’ll get on my horse.”
“Come on, Della. Let’s go to dinner. Paul, call me the minute you arrive.”
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