Cork’s father gave a slow nod. “I need to talk to Mrs. MacDermid alone, without her husband hovering. In the meantime, Joe, check with the BCA and see if you can find out when we might expect the full toxicology report on Big John. Make sure they check for the presence of something like a barbiturate.” He looked at his son. “You’ve been a big help, Cork, but don’t think it gets you off the hook.”

