Page 28 of In Death, Love Survives
Who is the real Wolfe Walker? I want to find out.
Some facts I learned over the weekend are that Wolfe is five years older than me, and he also grew up in Montana. It’s crazy to think he’s not much older than I am but has lived a life beyond my wildest imagination.
I’ve been stuck inside my own hell as I try to live a life of solitude…of finding normalcy.
As much research as I’ve done on Wolfe, there are questions that online research just can’t give me the answers to. Like, how did he end up at Roper State in the first place if he is the head of the Saddle Creek Road Riders?
It just doesn’t add up. Wouldn’t they have measures in place to prevent their president from getting caught?
“Dr. Fletcher?”
Looking up from my notes, I see it’s a new correctional officer in my doorway.
“Yes?”
“I’m here to deliver Wolfe Walker.”
I give him a tight smile.
“Thank you. What’s your name?”
“Officer Johnson.”
“Nice to meet you, Officer Johnson. Please send him in.”
Officer Johnson steps back out into the hallway to get Wolfe. The sound of Wolfe shuffling in makes me feel uneasy again. There’s a pit in my stomach that’s starting to feel like dread, knowing he’s being confined here.
What did Wolfe Walker actually do?
“Dr. Fletcher,” Officer Johnson says.
As he steps to the side, the man of the hour walks into the office, Wolfe.
“Mr. Walker. Please take a seat,” I say, signaling toward the same seat he sat in the last time—back when he looked at me with disdain instead of curiosity.
I take note of this reaction to me immediately. I’m not sure why, but I have a feeling every small detail will matter when it comes to this patient.
Wolfe walks toward me with his hands clasped together and sits. His expression is softer with me in his line of sight compared to Officer Johnson.
Officer Johnson stands formally in the back of the room.
“Thank you, Officer. That will be all.”
He looks confused at my direction.
“This is a medical session, which is private. Please step outside.”
“But that’s not policy,” he says anxiously.
“It’s my policy. If you have an issue with that, please see Dr. Owens. In the meantime, I have a session to conduct.”
From the corner of my eye, I see a twitch in Wolfe’s mouth, one akin to amusement. Another note I’ll have to take down after this officer leaves.
Defeated, Officer Johnson nods and steps out the door and into the hallway.
“Thank you,” I say as he shuts the door.
Returning my attention back to Wolfe, I recompose myself as I settle back into my seat.
