Knox CHAPTER 24 I thought she was a girl at first. She was small, with dark-blond hair in a pixie cut, brown button eyes, and a pink, eager face, like a pretty child’s. My second look took in the trim curves, the diamond stud earrings, diamond tennis bracelet, weighty square-cut engagement ring, immaculately tailored black suit, and black suede pumps—definitely not a school uniform. She smiled at me, and her teeth were even and very white. “I came over as soon as I heard they’d brought you in, doctor,” she said. Her voice was also young, and there was a twang to it—not quite Southern or Southwestern. “Those are yours.” She pointed to my phone and backpack atop the empty reception desk. I picked them up and looked at the phone. It was still locked. “There wasn’t enough time to break into it,” she said, still smiling. “Not that they didn’t try.” I slipped the phone into my pocket and nodded. “I appreciate the honesty.” “It’s one of my many virtues. Kyle give you a hard time?”
