Chapter 25
Jacksonville, FL
CHRIS KEPT HIS promise and called Scooter.
“Good morning, Chris,” Scooter said. “How’re you doing?”
“Pretty good, I think, except I’m still having nightmares.”
“Every night?”
“Just about. I didn’t have one the night we got back from Norfolk, but I think that was because I was totally exhausted.”
“So you’re ready to see someone, right?”
“Yeah. Mickey made me promise I’d call you today. He seems to think I might be a candidate for hypnosis.”
“Mickey is a smart man,” Scooter said. “I’ve been thinking along those lines myself.”
“Do you know someone?”
“I certainly do. Give me a minute to rummage around for his card—ah, here it is. This guy is a well-credentialed psychologist, and I happen to know that he regularly uses hypnosis if he thinks it appropriate.
