Izzy said as they drove. “Know what?” “That he was using his game time for other purposes.” “But why would he lie to his best friend?” Fiona asked out loud. Izzy pondered the question. “Maybe he didn’t.” Without another word, Izzy, who was driving, made a U-turn and headed for the Senate Office Building. Perkins was in the middle of a staff meeting that he was running and was annoyed at their intrusion. “You could have called,” he snapped. He was obviously in a foul mood. His office was filled with staff and colleagues, and he led them out to the hallway. “This won’t take long,” Fiona said. “It better not,” he snapped. “When did you say Burns first told you about his knee problem?” He seemed exasperated by the question.
