Wolfe’s rubber gloves slapped over his wrists with a bloodcurdling thwack. Hunter stared up at him, her eyes near-blinded by the light from the overhead beam, and suddenly wished she was back in her solitary cell by herself, a steel door’s width from this lunatic. “Welcome back, Miss Harrison,” he said cheerfully and picked up some gauze with metal pliers. “I trust you had a pleasant stay in Solitary?” She always loathed his humorless small-talk, but found it better just to go along with it. “Actually, I rather enjoyed the peace and quiet. And the solitude. I did miss the excitement though. Am I mistaken, or did I detect a roar coming from downstairs one night?” “You’re mistaken,” he said sharply and lifted the protective mask over his mouth and nose. “It won’t be heard again, I can assure you that.” A chill ran through her spine, a feeling she did not welcome back. “For today, however, I’d like to show you some of the X-rays we took last week.” He reached behind the steel table she lay upon and pulled on a lever, allowing the back of it to rise up like a reclining chair.
