He drove off, but I sat there, hitting my fists against the steering wheel. Positive Harold had double-crossed me, I decided my pledge of confidentiality was off and called Corrigan. Being so early in the morning, I wasn’t surprised to get his voicemail. I left a cryptic message about the grandfather’s house and was careful not to mention Ed. Too wired to sit in my office, I headed home to try calming down. I’d need my wits about me to confront Harold with his duplicity. He was in Bucanetti’s pocket and would sacrifice Merle to march to that devil’s command. Bit by bit my fear and shock dissipated, leaving a cold rage, which was good for rational thought. Yet I didn’t understand why Harold had given Merle’s and Tony’s information to me, when Bucanetti could have been the sole receiver. I vowed to shake down Harold for the truth. For the moment, I’d wait for Corrigan’s call. Sunday, 5:30 a.m.I was munching on some Frosted Flakes, wondering how long it would be before Corrigan called me back, when my phone rang.
