“I’ve put you on speaker. I can hear you pacing.”
“You have excellent ears.”
“Sit down.”
I did.
“Have you eaten anything today?”
“No.”
“You know that’s unhealthy.”
I said nothing.
“Hungry and angry. As you’re aware, the hangry combo can be a trigger.”
“What are you, my sponsor?”
“I’m your friend.”
“Sorry.” I was saying that a lot. “But I’m not thinking about alcohol.”
“Good. Now tell me what’s got you so anxious.”
“Your prediction was spot-on.” I picked up a pen and began rolling it across my knuckles.
“You’ll have to do better than that.”
“Remember I told you about a whack job nailing animal corpses to trees?”
“Yes.”
“He’s moved up to humans.”
“I feared that might be the progression. How many people so far?”
“Just one.”
“How did he get the remains?”
“No clue.”
“Do they look fresh?”
“No. I’m seeing details that suggest they came from a coffin burial.”
Brief pause as Adina digested what I’d told her.
“So, at this point there’s only one set of human remains that youknowof,” she said.
“That makes me feel better.”
“No charge for counseling services.”
“As the duck said, put it on my bill.”
“Are you implying I’m a quack?”