I thanked my service for passing on my home number to the OPP and told her never to do it again. When I called Hart Wise, I got an answering machine, which gave me the best idea I’d had all day. I left my number and put my shoes up on my desk. I formed them into a “V” for “Victory” and thought of Joe Tatarski fighting through the war and then coming home to an early grave. It was dirty luck, no matter how you looked at it. I called Duncan Harvey’s office. Apart from being the big authority on the Tatarski case, next to McStu, he was in a partnership with a couple of people I was in high school with. When Pat Voisard’s voice came on the line, I could still hear him reading out the athletic announcements to the senior assembly. It was a breathless staccato that made me feel young again. I told Pat who was speaking and with only a moment’s delay I was talking to Duncan Harvey. I told him about just finishing McStu’s book and that I was wondering whether I could see him. “An architect has all the time in the world these days, Mr.
