“I am well.”
I wondered how true that was. I’d run into Smitty one day a few weeks earlier, when he’d been asked to come in to do an autopsy. He was taking a lunch break, and he’d dropped his tray down on my table in the cafeteria—staff wanted to sit with the pathologist as much as they wanted to sit with me.
“Max finally realized whatever it is he feels for Browne won’t ever be reciprocated.”
I shook my head. I’d thought Browne protested too much when he said he was straight, but it looked like I was wrong. “So that’s why Max is staying here.” The WBIS had on-site quarters for our medical staff if they needed to be available, and the little French doctor had taken advantage of if. “I thought he was working on something.”
“Nah. I don’t know what Browne did, but it was the straw that br
