“I’m afraid I wouldn’t be any fun. After what Viejo did, not only in Pesadelo Bay but back at the lagoon…” I let my words peter out, insinuating I was still traumatized by the man’s attack.
“You might want to see a headshrinker about that.” He took his hand from my arm, ran his fingers through his hair, and muttered, “I’ll go see how Dinah is doing. Maybe she’ll reconsider…” He headed out for the hospital, and I was left alone.