“Professor McMurtrie?” Tom nodded. The only pieces of furniture in the room were a square folding table and two plastic chairs, and Tom sat in one of the chairs and gestured for Wilma to sit in the other. But the suspect remained standing. “Why . . . ? How? I didn’t call you. I called Morris Claiborne and Larry Reed. I left messages with their receptionists. I just thought . . .” Tom
