CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
new worries
To keep panic from setting in on Thalia once news breaks about what’s going on in Vancouver—and that the Fraser Valley mystery-illness nightmare is connected to Dea Vitae—I hurry over to Dr. Stillson’s clinic to share what we know and ask for his help to draft an intra-island memo to disseminate via Lutris. Clouds have moved in, their dull, gray faces mirroring my mood. I rub at my bare arms, my bamboo-fiber blouse doing nothing to prevent the slight breeze from amplifying the stress chill I can’t seem to shake. I consider running back into town hall to grab a jacket but weirdly think of Finan’s flannel down coat, the one he offered when we were on the boat going across to meet Dr. Lori’s assistant after Humboldt tangled with a raccoon … the same jacket I
