PERCY APPROACHED THE heavy-set woman sitting behind the information desk. “I need to see Dr. Felz.”
The woman looked up and smiled. “Do you have an appointment?”
“No. But she’ll see me. My name is Honeybun. She’s been helping the police with a case and this is in regards to that.”
The woman’s smile never wavered. “I’ll just see if she has any time on her calendar.”
Percy bit down on an acerbic response and glanced around, taking in the pitiful state of the waiting room. The benches along the walls looked like they’d been rehabilitated from an old church, the dark wood scarred and worn. Four old black vinyl chairs were clustered around a small table with a pile of careworn puzzles on its surface and all but three of the chairs were cracked, the stuffing visible. The table had a broken l
