CHAPTER 10––––––––
Bohannon didn’t understand what the big deal was. The guy sat on the floor, next to a chrome table, crouched over a white ball, rocking back and forth. He, Suter and two doctors, one older and one younger, looked through a window into what seemed to be an examination room at Westside Hospital, all white tile and silver fixtures.
Suter looked at each of the doctors and said, “I understand you have a problem with a...” He checked his notebook. “Mr. Peter Newsome. What I don’t understand is why you called the police.”
“You see that thing he’s hugging?” the younger doctor asked.
“Yeah.”
“That came out of him.”
“What?”
“It came out of him. We think it’s an egg or something. He took off his pants, squatted down and laid it, right there in that room.”
Bohannon started t
