Seven
This, I told myself, could be the one break I needed. If I was right in my theory about the case, and this seemed to prove that I was, Dr. Phillips might be all I needed—once I caught up with Mr. Cantwell. The dentist’s testimony might be enough to hold up payment of the insurance for some time, but it wouldn’t be enough to ensure victory without turning up Richard Cantwell. But it was the first step—and a big one.
“Why are you interested in this?” he asked.
“Because I think those two men were involved in a fraud involving a lot of money. I work for the insurance company that was defrauded.”
Then he looked alarmed. “I didn’t know anything about fraud. Sure, I thought it was screwy as hell, but I wasn’t involved in anything but doing my job.”
“Sure,” I said. “I believe you. I kno
