Chapter 20

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about—”

“Quite sure.” He stuffed an empty manila folder full of charts and notes we had taken, then crammed it under his left arm. “But thanks for asking.”

I nodded. Within seconds, he left the office, once again leaving me thoroughly baffled and craving a cigarette so goddamned badly I could have hurled a chair through one of the plate glass windows.