Chapter 57
John’s brain was frozen, unable to work around this statement. The strange thing was it didn’t feel like absurdity that kept him from it.
Whether he was at work or not, he cataloged things. That part of his mind, always active and ever restless since he’d left his position in St. Louis, was demanding his attention.
The closest he’d ever come to describing how a moment like this felt was a pattern of lights inside his head. One thing set off two more, which set off four more, and on and on until the pattern was clear and he could articulate it.
This pattern was not one he wanted to even see, much less understand.
Hugh watched him, not saying a word or revealing anything through his expression. John ignored the data clamoring to be analyzed and turned all of his attention to
