I arranged for Hank to be my last patient of the day on Thursday in order to allow time for a discussion about the strange man. During previous visits, our conversations lasted longer than I expected, and I didn’t want to be late for another patient.
After I drove to his appointment, I expected to hear him complain about being sore from our last session. I planned to give him the same advice I usually did: I expect muscle soreness after being sedentary for a while.
The chime of my burner phone distracted me from rehearsing my speech for Hank. “This is Agent Evans.”
“Evans, this is Deputy Cunningham. Are you someplace we can talk discretely?”
“Yes, sir. I’m driving to treat one of my patients. Please tell me you have good news, and that I’ll be resting comfortably in my apartment within
