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Talk to anybody? I can understand that. Tillis tapped her fingernails on the desk and then looked at something on her phone for a few moments. The name Sara provided was a Dr. John Wyman. She gave him the mans contact information. Jerome Keddie came forward, was sworn, gave his name, address and occupation as that of a taxi driver for the Red Line Cab Company. Two sisters. One younger and in college and thriving, and one older and married. To a doctor. And very happily. Devine glanced down at it.I heard you were mentoring her, like you were Sara. Well, I dont want to talk to them. Im better than pretty good. There isnt room to put it anywhere on deck. Thats right. Well, Mr. Mason … I, personally, am not afraid of him. When he is crossed he has rages that are terrible. When Corrine disappeared in this fit of suicidal despondency, I fear it may have been caused in part by a difference of opinion she was having with him. He flew down to South America to get her to sign some papers. It is my understanding that she first turned him down, then refused to see him after that and … Well, you know the rest … Frankly I dont feel he ever forgave the poor sick girl for not yielding to his demands. It could be. I really cant say anymore. The witness suddenly began to cry. Hancock took some gum from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and started to chew it. His jacket was open. The Glock was there. They were all armed, Devine was sure of that. All he had was himself and whatever he could find to defend himself. He was pretty sure it would be enough. They had already made one cardinal mistake. Whatever the hell Grimes was up to, I was pretty sure he was going to make this a long and terrible night. Thats four, I said, and all the crap that happened afterward. Anybody else? George C. Lutts— A stockholder in the Sylvan Glade Development Company, he insisted on dining at seven sharp but was ready to jump aboard the gravy train at any hour...