Owen acknowledged the tech guy with a nod. “Everyone else set?” There was a small chorus of affirmative responses, and Owen felt a surge of pride. He really did work with the best guys on the force, and their willingness to step up and support his plan of action both humbled and energized him. “Let’s do this.” Nate held out a piece of paper with a phone number. Owen picked up the handset and dialed. After an endless moment, someone picked up. “Clinical Associates.” It was a woman, and something about her voice sounded vaguely familiar to him... He caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned to look at Hannah. She was frowning, and had stepped forward as if she was trying to hear better. Did she recognize the voice? The woman repeated her greeting, an edge to her voice. “Uh, yeah,” he stammered. Get back in the game! “I’m a patient at the Thomas Street clinic, and I saw your flyer on the bulletin board.
