“Good,” he said, still watching her. “So? Why did you call me?” “I read about you solving the kidnapping. And those missing kids. How you showed up out of nowhere and tracked down the bad guys. I remembered how you used to read the news, the crime stories. How you used to tell me what you thought really happened. You always said you had . . .” She couldn’t find the words, so he reminded her: “A strange habit of mind.”
