“I’m risking my state registration, but I’ll stand behind this report in front of any board or magistrate in Dallas County.”

I took the yellow folder from his hands and slipped it into my leather briefcase on the seat next to me.

“Don’t mention this test to Frank Doyle or anybody else at the office,” I said.

“Where are you headed now?” Mark asked.

“I’ve got an address to check out in East Dallas,” I said.

Mark opened the passenger door and stepped out into the cold air of the parking lot.

“Don’t drink anything out of that office thermos tomorrow morning, Raymond.”