“Let’s see if you’re laughing after this,” Polone said. Everyone at the firm, from the secretaries to the clerks to the paralegals to the investigators to the assistants strained their necks to see as Polone took a flash drive from his pocket and slipped it into the Dell computer on the desk. He flipped on the overhead projector. “Someone turn off the lights. You should see this in all its glory.”
Some obliging soul near the back turned off the lights. When the room was dark, Lisa worked her way around assorted other bodies and grabbed Andrew’s arm. “What is it?” she whispered.
Andrew shook his head. He didn’t know. Suddenly, like a lightning flash, projected like a motion picture onto a theater screen, like a mural painted on a wall, was a slideshow of pictures of Andrew—and Mark. First
