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Nicholas Everett’s counseling session was scheduled for eight a.m. He preferred to get it out of the way early and get on with the day. He also didn’t want to go home heavy after a session of baring his soul and being analyzed.
“You had a few sessions after the last case,” counselor Dan Tarrow said as he sat on the couch opposite Nick reading his file. “I hope it helped.”
Nick nodded and inhaled. “I went through my whole career in the Air Force without encountering any dead bodies. Then I saw a lifetime’s quota I think in one month.”
“From what Mitch tells me, though, that body count is fairly unusual for your team. Are you happy in this role?”
“I love it. Best thing that happened to me in a long time was meeting up with Mitch again,” Nick said, “and getting this placement.”
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