"And then we have this little pillar of the community," Harrigan said as he handed me a mugshot. It was an old picture, but it was definitely Katie's father.
"This schmuck has a rap sheet longer than Gone With The Wind, starting at age 15," Harrigan said, shaking his head.
"When was the last time you had contact with him?"
Harrigan looked, "Eight years ago."
"Damn!" I yelled.
"Well, it's not a total waste, Randolph. I have a list of known associates. Maybe one of them could lead you to Dolan."
I was afraid those associates were my last hope...