“Dr. Halla, sorry I missed your call—” “Price, are you here? Come to my office,” he says in that posh, slightly accented voice. “I—no, sir. I’m not scheduled to come in until this afternoon.” “Damn. Well, I didn’t want to do this over the phone…” I do a quick inventory. A shower is pretty much nonnegotiable. And I have to put some food in my stomach. And coffee. Lots of coffee. “Umm…I can be there in thirty minutes—” “No. I don’t want to keep them waiting.” Them? Why do I feel suddenly on edge? “Sir, what—” “You got it.” My mind cranks like a pair of rusty gears as I try to puzzle out his
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