"You're not feeling dizzy?" "No." I pulled it out, shoved it in again. "Anyone check on who ordered that pizza from Giovanni's yet?" The sharpener whined. Jerking out the pencil, I touched the tip to my finger. When he failed to answer, I met his gaze, surprised to see him look away. "I'd intended to do that once we got back," he finally said. I couldn't believe it. Had he actually forgotten? Or was there something more? I blew on the pencil point, not wanting to give away just how much my thoughts were churning. I made no reply. I couldn't find my voice. Torrance returned to his office and his interview, and I returned to my seat at Mathis's desk. I started writing notes on the last Coroner's case I'd read. "No unusual findings." I underlined it twice, then picked up the next report, which dropped from my shaking hand. As I watched the report float to the floor, I realized I was angry. Even frightened. I wanted to know why he hadn't checked with Giovanni's. A weekend had gone by, and it bothered me that he'd let something like that slip past.
