Craig ignored her. He held his head in his hand and kept staring at the open file.
Realizing her anger was not getting her anywhere she sidled next to Craig and combed her hand through his hair. “Sometimes, if you leave something and come back later and take a fresh look at it the mystery disappears.” She rubbed the inside of his leg. “Come on, Craig, let’s go to bed.”
He shook his head “no” keeping his eyes fixed on the file before him.
“Cra...aig,” she said, with a pout. “You promised!”
He still ignored her.
“Damn it, Craig. Give up on it already and admit you’re wrong. I’m a registered nurse you know,” she added, her hands now on her hips, “and I’ve gone through the record with you. The doctor’s notes are up-to-date, he indicates that President Rood is a healthy specimen, everythin
