That and the sun, I suppose. And maybe cheerful genes. I woke eager to get back to my regular schedule, more or less convinced we’d been set upon by a random lunatic, which I suppose made me a candidate for one myself. I breezed into the office and buried myself under a pile of paper, hardly wincing when the phone snapped me out of it. Kruzick answered and reported, “It’s some guy says he’s a friend of Rosalie.” “Rosalie?” “That’s what I thought. I’ll get rid of him.” And then I remembered: Rosalie from Raiders of the Lost Art. One of Chris’s psychic friends. I sighed. “Never mind. I’ll talk to him.” “He said you would.” “He ought to know. I’m pretty sure he’s psychic.” And then a beautiful voice came on the line, a male voice, slightly accented, mellifluous, I thought.
What do You think about Rebecca Schwartz 05 - Other People's Skeletons (2013)?
