He got thousands of hits—the abducted author still had his feet on terra firma. The location of his head, though, was questionable. Rohan was always high-strung and accusatory when it came to his abduction. On the earlier telephone recording he sounded like he was being propelled by rocket fuel—or maybe meth from that same batch that the medical examiner said fried Ethan’s brain. The only time Greg had been to Rohan’s apartment had been for a gathering of people who shared abduction stories. Rohan had been a little drunk and a lot arrogant, even contemptuous of the others, challenging their claims that they had been abducted, implying that he was the only one who ever had the experience. Greg found himself stepping in to run interference for those whom Rohan lashed out at. Greg believed nobody had a lock on the truth about strange encounters. He knew that from his own experience. He also believed that listening to others was an art form that many people didn’t possess. Rohan was too full of himself to patiently listen to someone else’s experiences or opinions.
