Let me tackle Jerry and G.B. I’ll do my innocent ‘Columbo’ bit.” “I know you can, Mack. It’s just that they have highly attuned bullshit detectors. If they’re the ones who murdered Will and think that we suspect them, we could be the next bodies dumped in the woods. So, be careful. If you can get them talking in some casual way, great. Otherwise, make small talk and wander off. I’ll do the same with Adam, Alyssa and C.C.” The car lock chirped and they set out toward GSD for the Sunday luncheon finale. The hum of activity drew them through the lobby back to the first-floor lunch room which had been set up with a buffet so alums and professors could mill around or perch on chairs with plates teetering on their laps while they chatted. Roger Barton, Norman’s reunion co-chair, appeared to have finished or given up making any more official pitches. After loading up his plate with mysterious pasta salads, Mack ambled toward G.B.
