I was quite touched. Before I knew it, I had three cups of steaming java and was sitting in my office, twiddling my thumbs and wondering what in the hell to do next.The truth was, the only thing left to be done was to finish the report. Then I’d climb on an airplane and go face Clapper’s tribunal. Imelda and her tribe had already typed up the transcripts of the interrogatories. Delbert and Morrow had already prepared and proofed all the supporting documentation and evidentiary indexes. Really, the only work that remained was to prepare the final statement that laid out our conclusions and recommendations. I thought about doing it myself; I just didn’t have my heart in it. Besides, Delbert and Morrow would figure I was infringing on their victory dance.Then it struck me. The coroner’s report. I asked Imelda to put me through to Dr. Simon McAbee, and about a minute later she stuck her head in and told me to pick up the phone.“Hey, Doc, Sean Drummond here.”“Hello, Counselor.”“Listen, I owe you a big apology.
