CHAPTER SIXTEEN
An uncanny silence fell in the room. It seemed to go on forever as Professor Bruce Clancy sat staring numbly into space.
Is he going to tell us anything at all? Carly wondered. The man looked as though he had fallen into a drunken stupor.
She saw that Lyle was scowling silently at Clancy.
That worried Carly a little. She knew that Lyle himself was a recovering alcoholic, although his drinking days had ended long before Carly knew him. Lyle tended to get impatient with people whose drinking was completely out of control, and she could see that this man was definitely getting on her partner’s nerves.
She decided that she should do something—at least ask a question. Lyle usually took the lead in interviews, but this time she should play that role. She thought that Clancy
