IT WAS SEVEN A.M Monday. The sauna-like conditions heralded another scorcher for the week. Dressed in a white short-sleeved dress shirt, red tie, dark brown pants, matching socks and slip-ons, Edward climbed into the Equinox and flung his sports jacket along with the package containing Irving’s test results on the seat beside him. Air conditioning at full blast, he slowly reversed down the drive onto the North Line Road. A few minutes later he turned onto the Glenelg-Artemesia Townline toward Markd...