To Catch Her Death (The Grim Reality Series Book 1) by Boone Brux

Author:Boone Brux [Brux, Boone]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Painted Raven
Published: 2014-09-10T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Twenty minutes. The tick-tock from the cuckoo-clock marked the passage of time. Time, by my calculations, that had morphed into an endless stretch of boredom. I shifted on the chaise lounge, trying to get comfortable. Though tempted, I refused to lie down. This was the psychologist’s office and everything in me fought being analyzed. Reclining felt too much like giving into the process.

I glanced at the irritating clock again. Twenty-one minutes. The doctor, or whoever was supposed to administer this test, was late. Either he or she was being completely rude or this was part of the test. My gaze scanned the office for obvious hidden cameras. I didn’t see anything, thus the hidden part. So I waited and refrained from fidgeting.

After another minute the door opened and a man entered. “Mrs. Carron?”

I stood and smiled like I hadn’t been contemplating smashing his cuckoo-clock against the floor. “Yes.”

“James T. Crock. I’m so sorry I’m late.” I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh at his name. He dumped a stack of files onto his desk and stuck out his hand. “Had an unscheduled meeting.”

His fingers were cold and clammy when I shook his hand. The urge to wipe my palm against the fabric of my jeans was only overridden by my thoughts of conspiracy. Was my every move being scrutinized? “No problem. I was just sitting here admiring your clock.”

A wide smile stretched across his mouth. “It’s German. Got it when I visited the Black Forest.” He glanced at the clock and then back at me. “I find it very soothing. Don’t you?”

Not so much. But I smiled and nodded, wanting to get on Dr. Crock’s good side.

“Well then, shall we get started?” He pointed at two overstuffed chairs near the window. “The test is rather lengthy so we might as well get comfortable.”

He gathered a leather portfolio and claimed one of the chairs. I sat in the other and crossed my legs, trying to appear at ease. Inside my stomach flip-flopped like a spawning salmon. I attempted small talk. “James T. Crock, like James T. Kirk, huh?”

“No.” He looked up from the stack of papers he’d been thumbing through. “I was named after James T. Cook, the great explorer.”

“Ah.” Okay, not a Star Trek fan. “Great man.”

“If by great you mean an actual historical figure, who was instrumental in developing ways to measure longitudinal bearings, then yes, he was quite exceptional.”

“Uh yep, that’s exactly what I meant.” Obviously small talk was not his forte so I decided to let Dr. Crock take the lead.

He leveled a stare at me and I found myself sitting a little straighter. “I will administer the test orally.” I suppressed the urge to giggle. Didn’t matter who said it, orally always sounded dirty. “Your reply will be either yes or no. There’s no need to expound on why you’ve answered one way or another. Just a simple yes or no.”

As far as I was concerned the sooner I finished, the sooner I could have lunch.

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