Professor Gothic’s words come back to me: You’ve got enemies you won’t recognize until they attack. One missed call is unfortunate. Two is a coincidence. Three is enemy action. The more I think about it, the more I’m sure that this is asymmetric warfare. The enemy—whoever they are—knows it’s a fast trip to the hospital to bring the fight to me in person, so they’re trying to hit me here. But who would want to, and how would they do it? More to the point, how would they even know about— Graywytch.
