In the rest room Steiger ran cold water over his face.

"Give me time to make my way around back before you move on the front door," said Steiger.

Steiger claims to have written his first book at age seven.

For the first time that day Steiger felt like laughing.

"They already told him to keep his mouth shut," Steiger said.

He hit Steiger in the chest with the heel of his hand.

"Are you taking sensitivity training from Steiger in your spare time?"

Steiger put the Plymouth in drive and went around the block.

A car went by on the street behind Steiger.

Steiger slipped the car into drive and pulled away from the curb.

"During the day he's always with his buddy," Steiger said.

Steiger watched him for a moment and then turned to Giordino.

"I think your theory has about shot its wad," said Steiger.

Steiger reached for the coat he had tossed over the back of a chair.

Steiger came over with a woman who held a big black Lab on a leash.

Steiger was able to straighten his back and turn Hood toward the house.

The picture has been printed, but Steiger was still in character."

Steiger theorized that this was because the right Republican had not yet run for office.

Steiger turned around, waved, and began wading toward the bank.

We scanned the room, looking for Steiger, trying to identify him from his file photo.

Steiger barked something out, grabbing the opportunity to look important.

Steiger's breath left him with a whoosh as his back hit the wall.

He swung a hard right that caught Steiger square in the nose.

Mr. Steiger said he could not say whether the justice would appeal.

To Steiger it was like sitting in the audience of a staged nightmare.