She knew it sounded absurd, but she was frightened. She had no idea what he was talking about or why the district attorney would want to see her. And what did Milligan have to do with it? Who was he and what was he after? One thing she knew for sure—he was no ordinary maintenance man.

Tommy went directly to the closed maintenance office at five-thirty, let himself in and removed the bug from the telephone. Before he left the office, he decided to leave a note for Carol. With the information he was giving Wymer, he knew she, too, would have to be fired. At the desk the two women shared, he flipped the page of the calendar to the next working day, Monday, September 26, 1977. Beneath the date, he printed a note:

a new day!

Enjoy it while you CAN!

Then he turned the page back to Friday.

After John Wymer had left his office for the day, Tommy slipped in and removed the bug from his phone, too. On the way out, he ran into Terry Tumock, the district supervisor for Kelly and Lemmon.

“What are you doing here, Milligan?” Tumock asked. “I thought you were fired.”

“I came down to see John Wymer. There are some things going on in this company that I’m about to make public. I want to give John a chance to. deal with these matters before I notify the authorities and the investors.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, as John’s supervisor, I guess you ought to hear about it first.”

A short time after John Wymer got home from the office and settled down for the evening, he got a call from Terry Tumock asking him to come back to the office right away. “Something is strange. Milligan is here, and I think you should come out here and listen to what he’s got to say.”

When Wymer arrived, Tumock told him Milligan had gone back to his apartment and would return in a few minutes to talk to both of them.

“What did he say?” Wymer asked.

“He’s making some accusations. Better let him tell you.” “I’ve got a funny feeling about this guy,” Wymer said, opening his desk drawer. “I’m going to tape this conversation.” He put a fresh cassette into the small tape recorder and left the drawer partly open. When Milligan walked through the door, Wymer stared in astonishment. Until this moment, he’d seen Milligan only in work clothes. Now he looked distinguished in a three-piece suit and tie, and he carried himself with authority.

Milligan sat down and hooked his thumbs through his vest. “There are some things you ought to know about that are going on in your company.”

“Like what?” Tumock asked.

“A lot of it is illegal. I want to give you the opportunity to solve these problems before I go to the district attorney.” “Well, Bill, what are you talking about?” asked Wymer.

For the next hour and a half, Allen described how the records in the rental office were manipulated, how the Channingway and Williamsburg Square investors were defrauded.