Perry wasn't so sure what to do next. Ada left later so she could get some errands done. He wasn't supposed to be alone, so he called up Della and Paul. It was Paul because of the idea of finding something from his father years ago before he was born.

"Hi, Perry. How are you feeling?" Paul asked.

"Okay, I guess. Would you do me a favor?"

"What's that?"

"Could you look up some people for me? I need to ask some questions."

"About what?"

"My father. I'm restarting the case again. She doesn't want me to find out who did this to my father."

"I'll see what I can do. Don't you have the information for names? I can't track them down if you don't have the names written down."

"I asked my mother, and she wasn't so sure how to answer those. I'll have to go the house when there's a chance to so I could get what I could find."

"Is your mother still over?"

"No. She left to run some errands."

"How did that talk go?"

"Okay. It was a long one."

"I'll send Della over to the house. You only have a few more hours until recess ends."

"I know. Thanks, Paul."

"You're welcome, Perry. I'll call again when you have names."

"They're at Mom and Dad's house. I can't leave the house yet. I wish I could, but I just asked Mom and she didn't have a clue, so when I get out of the house, then I could and do it and write information down for you."

"I'll tell Della to come over right away, Perry."

"Is she at the office with you?"

"Yes, she is."

"Thanks again, Paul."

End of conversation.

"Della, would you mind going to Perry's for a while? His mother has left the house a short while ago."

"Sure, Paul. He can tell me how the talk went."

"I think that's why he called."

"Thanks for telling me, Paul. I'll be on my way now."

"He'd appreciate it."

"I know he would."

Della left the office and drove immediately over to Perry's house. She didn't need to knock or ring the doorbell, and he didn't expect her to.

Perry looked from the window in the living room. It was Della.

He opened the front door for her.

"Hi, Della. Thanks for coming over."

"Paul said something about your mother being over here."

"Yes, she was, but now she's running errands."

"How did the talk turn out?"

"That's why I called the office," Perry told Della as he closed the door.

"Tell me everything, Perry."

They sat at the kitchen table so he could look at her while talking.

"We did talk about my father also, but it was mostly a story about how they met and when he was an attorney."

"Must be an interesting story."

"Yes, it was. She feels lost right now, Della. You know it's supposed to be expected."

"I understand, Perry. I would like to meet your mother."

"You will. I guess she didn't like talking with you over the phone."

"Did you get to make up from fighting a couple months ago?" Della asked.

"We're working on it. She thinks it's going to take a while to forgive."

Della knew what he meant.

"Yes, I know, Perry. Does she have any friends that she could talk with?"

"She does, but I don't know how often she talks with them."

"What is her health like?"

"Never been sick a day in her life, Della. She takes good care of herself. Even Dad was like that, but had some problems at one time. I can't remember what was wrong with him."

"What kind of cases did your father do before he quit?" Della asked.

"I don't know. That's what I want to find out. Mom sounded like she didn't want to know how to answer that. I have a feeling there could be a couple cases Dad probably didn't finish when he stepped down when I was born."

"I guess you're thinking one of his clients could have done this to him?" Della asked.

"That was one of my questions, but Mom thought one of them could end up as mine for a court date or something like that."

"No wonder you want to start it again."

"I kept it closed a couple months ago because I didn't want those kids and their dog to get all of that personal information. It's family information," Perry pointed out.

"Strangers like them don't need to know that."

"Of course not, especially with somebody they don't even know. Remember they wanted to prove me wrong that it was my mother? This is why we're fighting."

"I do remember that, Perry. Did your mother tell you what kind of cases he worked on before you were born?"

"No. She said they were mostly dangerous ones he did, but more from what I'd had."

"He should have been more careful."

"George Mason was a good lawyer too, Della. I know that much. If I had those paperwork that Dad kept after all of these years, I would have given Paul that information so he could track down some of Dad's clients if they're still alive."

"Have you both tried coming up with ideas to communicate in the future?" Della asked.

"We're working on it, but she thought we should start writing on paper. I told her it wasn't going to work. I even mentioned to her that there would be no way we were going to communicate with each other through you. I didn't want you to get involved in a family argument."

"You told her the right thing. I don't want to be in the middle, either. How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess. Paul asked the same thing."

"Who do you think started the car accident, Perry?" Della asked.

"I still think it's those vacation time couple that hit my car."

"Paul and I talked about that. Even he thinks it's that Dr. Webber. He doesn't like him very much."

"I don't know him very well enough to agree with Paul, Della."

"I agree with him once we watched him in court the other day. We'll just have to see what happens after recess is over."

"I guess so. It looks like Mom isn't coming back anytime soon, Della."

"I can spend the night if you'd like."

"I can accept that."

"Have you had anything to eat or drink lately?"

"No. I can get it myself," he told her.

"Paul and I were talking about you and what happened in court, Perry."

"What did you come up with?" Perry asked.

"Paul thinks the reason you passed out in court is that probably you thought you saw somebody that was familiar to you and it could be doing this with your father."

"I thought the same thing. I have to see what cases he worked on, but Mom said some of them were dangerous. I asked her where the paperwork was, and she seemed to know the answer. She thought the file cabinet."

"I'm surprised your father kept those after all these years when he stepped down and then you showed up."

"Or I could ask Mom to drop them off here so Paul could get the information to track them down."

"Maybe Paul could be right that crazy doctor probably did this and had the Johnsons hit my car and get me in this condition with twenty - four hour recess of court. There is no way my mother would do such a thing to my father. They had a great relationship since the minute they met. I reminded her no guns in the house. Dad probably kept those in the car."

"We have to talk with Paul and the doctor about you having to drive your car again."

"That's what I am curious about also, Della. I just can't have people drive me around for the rest of my life."

"That won't happen, Perry."

"Of course it wouldn't. Glad we're starting to come up with ideas on this whole thing, and that includes my father."

"How do you think you'll open it?" Della asked.

"I don't know. I'm interested in what his cases looked like back then. I told my mother that I wanted to look at them because there might be something that he never had finished."

Della saw he made sense.

"Do you think any of his clients know who you are, Perry? I'm sure they're dangerous like lots of people today."

"My mother says so."

"I would like to meet your mother sometime."

"I'm sure you will, but now isn't the right time when we have a case to work on, Della."

"I remember you saying she's very nice."

"She is, but there's no way to treat your child who's going through a car accident," Perry said.

"Good point, Perry. I hope the doctor will say something to us in court."

"I can't argue there, Della."

He helped himself to a second glass of water and cut some slices of apple to snack on.

"Want an apple?" he asked.

"Sure. Thanks, Perry."

Della thought of something.

"What are you thinking, Della?"

"How about updating Hamilton?"

"I guess you're right. I'll go call him now and share what we come up with. Maybe he's heard of my father."

"Doesn't hurt to check in," Della agreed.