Chapter 4Dr. Martin Brandt lived in an old subdivision on the east side of town in a modest two-story house. Dr. Brandt seemed to be a genuine good soul—soft-spoken, full of sympathy and hope. He could have been the most peaceful man Oliver had ever met. The humble doctor exuded warmth even in the face of death. It was easy to see why Ron cared about him so much. Who wouldn’t?
Dr. Brandt met them at the glass storm door, held it open for them to enter. His left eye was cut, swollen. Ron stopped in front of him, his attention on the wound.
Martin smiled. “Like you’re the only who’s ever gotten beaten up.”
Ron sighed. “You’re lucky it was only this.”
“I’m aware.” Martin nodded at Oliver. “Good to see you again.”
“Good to see you, too. Wish it was under better circumstances.”
“Yes.” Mar
