The woman’s voice on the other end of the line sounded vaguely familiar. He turned on the lamp next to the bed and saw that it was after ten. He was trying to place the woman when she said, “I’m Becca Thorson, a nurse in White Sulphur Springs?” He felt his pulse jump with anticipation. “Ms. Thorson, of course,” he said and sat up. Lynette, who’d awakened at the sound of the phone, rolled over to look at him. She’d recognized the name, as well. “Please, call me Becca. I’m sorry to call so late, but this is the first time today that I’ve had a moment to myself.” “It’s good to hear from you. Is everything all right?” “Your wife said if I ever heard anything more about the things that went on at the sanitarium—” she dropped her voice “—or about Dr. Venable, that I should call you.” Frank held his breath for a moment before releasing it.
