Burns?“ Bunni asked. “You look a little pale.“ Burns took the sheet of paper from her and sat behind his desk. “I’m fine, thanks, Bunni. It’s just that I wasn’t expecting to get this list today.“ Or ever, for that matter. “When did Dr. Partridge give it to you?“ Bunni turned back to the monitor. “Just a few minutes ago. She called and asked if you were in, and when I said that you weren’t, she asked if I could come pick up something for you.“ “A few minutes ago?“ That would mean that Partridge had called long after having talked to Napier, who would have told her exactly how he felt about having Burns meddle in the murder case. But she’d sent him the list anyway. Ordinarily, Burns liked lists. He liked making them, and he liked reading them. However, the lists he liked weren’t as dangerous as the one he was holding. He much preferred lists of things like “The Ten Best Western Movies of All Time“ to lists of guests at a party where toy soldiers were stolen, especially when it seemed that the soldiers were now going to be clues in a murder case.
