SAID Tom, so excited he couldn’t sit still. “I can’t believe it! Progress!” “Well, a hundred different pieces maybe,” said Marshall. “But give it time—it’ll fall together.” Tom, Marshall, Kate, and Ben were having another powwow with Wayne Corrigan in his office, not too long after that rather explosive meeting with Irene Bledsoe. Ben had gotten over his excitement. Now he was pensive, probing. “She’s alive. Sally Roe is alive, and Mulligan knows it.” “And Parnell too,” said Marshall. “I’ve got him on my list.” “But what are they trying to pull, and why?” asked Kate. “That’s what I’m still waiting to hear,” said Corrigan. “I love all this stuff, guys—I’m really enjoying it, but sooner or later—and let’s hope sooner—it’s got to add up to something. We need a case we can present in court, and so far I don’t see anything that directly applies to the lawsuit.” “Right,” said Marshall, looking through some notes. “So far it’s all indirect, peripheral stuff.
