Im afraid I dont. Thats a long story that I hope one day to be able to share with you, but not right now. Very well, proceed, Judge Garey said. Good. He reached over and took three or four and crammed them into his mouth. Gallops must know, he said. You think we could do a couple hundred grand for me like that? Joan asked. Are you offering me police protection? Sure, I could have, Mason said. But thats not the way to try this case. Jurors are pretty smart, Paul. You start trying to keep things out of evidence that everyone knows is the truth, and pretty quick the jurors get the idea that youre afraid of the truth. I thought you liked a challenge. And you couldnt trace the message. I thought Id give you a shot at redemption. Oh, I would say six or seven feet. A beer would be fine. And so could Harlan, Mason said. Ward Murfin looked as if he hadnt had much sleep. When his secretary, Ginger, showed me into his office at the Vullo Foundation, Murfin was stretched out on the couch. He wasnt asleep though. He was smoking a cigarette and staring up at the ceiling. His eyes were red and swollen and for a moment I wondered whether he had been crying until I thought about it and decided that Murfin probably hadnt cried about anything since he was five years old. Maybe four. You dont look it. Tell you what, send me a cop car and park it at the curb. That should accomplish the job while not straining your budget. She wanted Scotch and soda and I wanted a refill on my coffee. Have you got the satellite number? Jess thinks hes serious about this one. Yeah, sure..