CHAPTER 9
November 2012
Memorial Hospital
“Dr. Peterson? I think your phone is ringing.”
“You're right, Andrea. Thanks,” he told the radiology technician as he fished it out of his pocket and pressed the button, leaning against the wall of the white tiled hallway outside the x-ray room, beside the little light from which pictures of a damaged wrist dangled. “Hello?”
“Hi, Drew,” a familiar voice replied.
Dad doesn't call me at work. Hope everything's okay. He didn't sound upset or anything. “What's up?”
“Are you busy this Saturday?”
Curiouser and curiouser. “I have a couple of patients I need to see in the morning, but I should be done by noon. Why?”
“Because I have great news. I just received the most remarkable phone call.” James' voice took on the strangest tone. For some reason
