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As I drove on towards town rehashing the odd incident, the disconcerting sensation persisted. Even though I’d only gotten a fleeting glimpse of the driver, I was fairly certain it was the same guy. Random thoughts, none of which made any sense at all, cartwheeled in my head like blowing tumbleweeds. Was I allowing my imagination to run wild, or should I accept the grim reality that it was Nelson Trotter and he appeared to know exactly who I was? And if he did, that meant Dr. Mallick had to have told him. Why he would do that, I had not the slightest idea.
Perhaps my initial impression that the two men were acquainted was not a mistake after all. But then, what interaction could this guy possibly have with a doctor who had only been in Castle Valley mere weeks? While Dr.
