Part 27 (1/2)
”Clever,” he allowed.
There was a roar as a Ranger shot hit a goalpost and flew back in front of the net. A rebound shot was deflected by the goaltender's stick and a third shot flew wide by a foot. The crowd was howling and Thomas turned to watch the play.
She spoke loudly, to be heard.
”I didn't come here to watch grown men play a boys' game. What about the will?”
The puck flew out of bounds. Play stopped. The crowd quieted.
He looked her in the eye.
”I don't have it,” he admitted.
”Not yet” She stared at him coldly.
”Why?”
He thought quickly
”It's taking time he said.
”My father kept important records very secretively. There yier-e file references which only he could understand. I've got to go through everything to locate it” She dicht appear pleased.
”Then we're at a standstill,” she said impatiently.
”No” The play moved back to center ice,
”I'm building a case for you. I'm looking for witnesses” ”What are you talking about?”
”I talked to Adolph Zenger, my father's former-' ”I know who he is.
What did he say?”
”He told me the story of your father's background. The family. The activity during the war, or at least leading up to the war.” He paused.
She was nervously glancing around, looking down into the aisles through the crowd. He continued,
”In a roundabout way, he confirmed a lot. it's slow, but it's progress' ' She looked back to him, her eyes wide and extremely angry now.
”Do you trust him?” she snapped.
”Who?”
”Zenger! Who else are we talking about?”
”I think so,” he said.
”Who could he have talked to?” she snapped.
”About me?”