Harrigan got a wide-eyed look, like a fox that just stumbled on to a chicken coop full of lethargic hens.
"You know Milton Dunn?"
I nodded, "Went to school with him. Hadn't seen or heard from him in a long time, though. After I read about the singer's murder in the paper he called me up and said he was in trouble."
Harrigan smirked, "You're damned right he's in trouble."
"Jim, I'm not so sure he..."
He cut me off, raising a dismissive hand, "Can it, Randolph! It's just a matter of time before we tie him to this."