Chapter Thirteen
Now that we had Mort’s list of cell phone numbers, we had to decide if we should use any of them. After much discussion, the consensus was no. While it might have yielded us faster results, in the long run we still didn’t know exactly how involved he was. I was having a hard time convincing myself that the sweet, grandfatherly man could have been connected to such a heinous crime. Given his age and physical stature, he certainly could not have done so alone. Still, he’d never suggested an interest in turning the Gemini project into a book. I wondered how Martin would take that news.
Martin!
I was mentally chastising myself for not checking in with him sooner when I heard Leah’s banter with Abe.
“By the way, you never said—how is Mort even remotely close to Elvis?” Leah
