Gloria said. Uncle Jack had been with us on the unit for a couple of days. We were discussing his case at morning meeting. “He keeps picking things out of the air and talking to someone named Felicia.” “That was his dead wife,” I said. Kwan had Uncle Jack’s file open. “Rapid onset, Parkinsonian s...
Gloria told me when I arrived at work two days later. Maybe he’d mailed them both at the same time and this one took longer. This time it was a box about a foot square and six inches deep. It was neatly wrapped, just like the last one, with typed mailing and return-address labels. This one felt t...
said a fuming James Tietz, his arms folded across his chest as he sat ramrod straight in his chair in the police interrogation room. Peter watched through one-way glass in a setup similar to the side-by-side treatment and observation rooms at the Pearce. But this was a different universe, with it...
Stuart Jackson told me two days later when he appeared in the vile yellow cubicle at Bridgewater. “You must bill by the hour.” I didn’t respond. The words were offensive but the body language was not. Everything about him drooped. His shoulders sagged. Under bloodshot eyes, the flesh was pouched ...
I took the report off the printer and went looking for Kwan. He was working in the conference room. He looked up and saw the report I was holding. “You’ve written a novella about a man who cuts off his nose to spite his face?” Sometimes I think he’s psychic. “How’d you hear?” “About what?” Of cou...