“What's all this?” I asked, looking up from my charting. She replied coldly. “Get up. You can work the floor. I'll take over here.” The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. “What? What do you mean you're taking over?” ...
I asked Scooter. His eyes lit up. “Yes, I think he does. We've driven by before and he's mentioned it. Why? Do you think that's where he went?” “I'd be willing to bet on it.” I looked at Charlie. “Can we take your car?” ...
I'd spent the last hour and a half listening to Charlie, a friend I'd met while on assignment in Nebraska. “Explain it to me again. This time without all the 'it wasn't my fault' stuff.” Charlie fancied himself a bit of a comedian, but what the Sheriff failed to realize ...
Not one single bit, so your problem is solved.” This was the third phone call I'd received from my favorite former patient within a week. “I hear what you're saying, but honestly, I don't know what to believe. It seems like everyone had issues with him, but what I don't ...
Jean, Charlie's secretary, waved me off with her hand and quickly shut the thin screen of plexiglass that separated her and me. I sniffled, willing my nose to stop running. It was bad enough that it was already red and sensitive to the touch in such a short amount of tim...