Box

45

“Clem, could you give me a few minutes of privacy?” I say.

“You’re not gonna call him, are you?”

“That’s none of your business.”

He frowns. “I don’t like it. And I sure as hell don’t like him.”

Great.

Dr. Box has managed to make yet another enemy in law enforcement.

When Clem leaves the room I call Dr. Box, but get no answer.

“Clem!” I shout.

He comes flyin’ through the door.

“What’s wrong?”

“Call Sheriff Boyd.”

“Why?”

“I need to talk to him.”

“What about?”

“Just call him.”

“He’s gonna ask why.”

“Maybe so, but he’ll come.”

He glares at me a minute, and I glare back.

“I don’t like it,” he says.

“Why am I not surprised?”