I was nervous. Sure I’d impressed them with my bravado on Sunday but could I dazzle them with logic in a calmer setting? I opted to eliminate emotion and focus on hard facts; a scientific explanation as if addressing a symposium. ‘Before Libby starts, let’s go around the table and give our names to refresh our newest member’s memory. As you know, I am Gregg and this is Libby.’ The redhead next to Gregg said, ‘Tom.’ He was followed by the sandy-haired bespectacled Joe; my rescuer from Dossett Tunnel, Teddy; the chubby, buck-toothed Gary; then Stephen, with the whitest complexion I’d ever seen. ‘Rudy,’ said a brown-haired, brown-eyed man who never seemed to put out a cigarette until he had another one lit. Next to him was Dennis, a tall, rangy guy with a face that looked like a stereotypical westerner. Finally, the man with a large, bulbous nose and a prominent Adam’s apple said, ‘Marvin.’ I summarized the problem first: my discovery of the body, its disappearance and the official version of events.
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