"What was your impression of Mr. Mason?" she asked.
"Not a criminal, I think. Not a laborer, and not wealthy. Clothing of good quality, but worn. Well groomed. He spoke very well. Some sort of professional, I would say."
She nodded slowly, giving the impression that this confirmed a theory she had already been developing, and then she asked, "Detective, where were you born?"
"Excuse me?"
"I asked where you were born. Is that information classified?"
"No, but I don't see the relevance."
"This is not a courtroom and you are not a lawyer. I'm conducting an investigation and anything is relevant if I say it is. Where were you born?"
"Muscatine, Iowa, but I was raised in Cedar Rapids."
"Indeed." She nodded. "I have never been to either city, but I know something about them. When did you move here, and why?"
"Do you honestly think he is in any way connected to my son's disappearance?" Mr. Prescott demanded.
"No, not for a minute. But I usually do my own investigating, and if my data is going to be filtered before it gets to me I want to know as much as I can about the filter."
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