‘Nothing. As far as he’s concerned, the case is closed. He’s got Perelli, and he’s got all the evidence he needs. It’s in the bag.’
I opened the car door and slid out.
‘Well, at least it gives me a clear field. I’m going to start in and dig.’
I wish you luck,’ Mifflin said. ‘But you’ve got a sweet job on your hands. Where will you dig? What have you got to work on?’
‘Not much. I’m going after Mary Jerome. I have a feeling she knows more about this than you think.’
‘Maybe, but I doubt it. If she had anything to do with the kidnapping, she wouldn’t have come back like that.’
‘She may have left something in the room and had to come back. She wasn’t to know I’d be there. The chances are she doesn’t know anything, but I’m going to find her and make sure.’
‘Okay, anything I can do, let me know. I think Perelli’s been framed myself, but that’s strictly off the record.’
‘Thanks, Tim. I’ll probably have something for you. So long for now.’
I climbed into the Buick, waved my hand to him and drove fast to Centre Avenue. Half-way down the broad thoroughfare I spotted a call-box and swung to the kerb. I dialled Justin Francon’s number.