Page 49 of In Death, Love Survives
What a slap in the face of a reality check.
Everything he’s saying is true. I know it, yet why don’t I seem to actually care about that?
“I know, Ryan. I do.”
“That’s all. I know sometimes you wear your heart on your sleeve and just want to see the best in everyone.”
“I’ve got to catch up on paperwork,” I say as we walk back into our unit.
“We’ll catch up later?” he asks, clearly meaning about our conversation that was interrupted earlier.
“Of course. I just have to go. You know how swamped I am.”
“Hopefully, we’ll be able to get you more help soon.”
“Hopefully.”
“I’ll keep you updated on the hiring process.”
“That’d be great. We’ll talk soon.”
I disappear before he has another chance to drag out the conversation.
“Good morning, Dr. Fletcher,”Wolfe rasps.
He takes his seat, a familiar routine we’re starting to have with these sessions. Ordinarily, I’d look at it as a positive sign, but with Wolfe, I never know what’s good or bad.
“Good morning, Mr. Walker.”
Wolfe stares at me like I’m the only thing he sees. Every single time I’m in his line of sight, it’s the same look.
“How are you today?” I ask.
I press record on the recorder between us. A smirk crosses his face.
“I’m doing well. A nine, as you might say.”
“A nine is…”
I straighten my posture and give Wolfe the most polite mask I have.
“Excellent.”
“I think so too.”
“Do you care to share why you’re a nine today?”
“I get to see someone I care about this Sunday.”
I smile at the thought.
“That’s great. Visitors are always nice to have.”
“It is. A gorgeous blonde.”
My smile turns into a grimace.
“Fantastic.”
