“Did Dr. Leland Robb tell you who killed Albert Norris and Pooky Wilson before he died in that plane crash? Have you known for all these years and kept quiet about it?”

Dad shifts forward and sits straighter in the chair. “What’s the second question?”

“You can’t answer that one first?”

“I’d prefer to hear all three before I answer.”

This is like questioning a guilty client. “All right. Glenn Morehouse told Henry that Viola would have been killed in 1968 if it hadn’t been for you and Ray Presley.”

This time he remains motionless, but something subtle changes in his eyes.

“I assume I know why you saved her,” I go on. “But how did you do it? When she was on the wrong side of the Double Eagles and …”

“And what?”

“That’s my third question.” I lean forward and slide the picture of Dad on the fishing boat with Brody Royal, Claude Devereux, and Ray Presley across his desk. “I think she was a threat to Brody Royal as well.”

“My God,” he breathes, leaning over the photo. “Where did you get this?”

“From Henry. Tell me about Brody Royal, Dad. According to Henry, he was behind the deaths of Albert Norris, Pooky Wilson, Jimmy Revels, Luther Davis, and Dr. Robb. This morning I’d have said this guy was a typical Louisiana businessman, only richer. An upper-echelon Rotary type. Now I hear he’s a sociopath who plotted with Carlos Marcello to assassinate Robert Kennedy.”

Dad looks up, obviously startled.

“In this photo you seem to be deep-sea fishing with Royal and two other world-class bastards.” Mindful of my mother, I prevent myself from raising my voice. “What’s the deal?”

He leans back and regards me with what looks like regret. “Penn … why are you digging into all this?”

I want to lean across the desk and shake him by his shirt. Instead, I take a deep breath and force my voice lower. “The moment I saw Henry’s video, I knew you didn’t kill Viola. But since you wouldn’t tell me who did kill her, I set out to find the answer myself. I now believe the Double Eagles killed her, either for their own reasons or to protect Brody Royal. After what Henry told me today, I think that no matter what happens with your case, I’m going to have to help him solve those cases he’s been working. In fact, tomorrow morning, I’m having a friend dive the Jericho Hole to search for bodies.”

I pause to let Dad absorb what I’m saying. “The past is coming up to the surface, one way or another. I’ve come here to give you a chance to warn me if we’re likely to find something that implicates you in any way.”