Monday, November 30, 1964,
School was back in business on Monday, always a difficult time for teachers. As far as the seminarians were concerned, it was like nothing had happened in the last month.
Not so for me. I couldn't wait to hear from Sarah. I didn't expect instant action—and didn't get it. When I didn't hear from her by 7 P.M., I called the house. Sissy answered the phone, chatted a bit about her day, and turned me over to her mother.
"Anything?" I asked.
She did have something. "Your tip was the ticket," she said. "The bully at Notre Dame high school was David Kelly. That's a common surname, but his mother was a Guilfoyle, which is less common. I figured that if I found a connection from Diane Johnson to a Guilfoyle, I'd have something. It took a while—mainly because I was looking for a marriage record and I didn't know where she was married. I tried Indiana, found several Guilfoyles but none in the right time frame, and no females marrying a Johnson. I struck gold in Chicago, where a Diane Guilfoyle married a Duane Johnson on January 17, 1946."
"Sounds good," I said. "But it could be a coincidence."
"Could me, probably not, not when one of the witnesses is a Sandra Guilfoyle, the maiden name of the mother of the high school bully."
"Okay, then. Nice work."
Now I needed to figure out how to handle it.
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