“ I was trying to listen ,” Claire began , her eyes and ears open . “ But it ’ s like no one ’ s there . How can he be so quiet ?”
“ Do you think he ’ s a real doctor ? I mean , do you know of anyone who just shows up without being called – or any doctor that still makes house calls ?”
“ And how did he know that Dyl was sick ?”
“ Exactly . We haven ’ t told anyone about Dyl . Let alone what happened to him .”
“ But he did have a business card –” “ At the ready . As if he knew he ’ d need it .” “ You carry yours , though .”
“ I know ,” he relented , softening his tone . “ But somehow , this feels different .”
“ Do you still have the card ?”
Herald plunged his hand into his pants pocket and retrieved Matthias ’ business card , holding it up with two fingers . The two stared into each other ’ s eyes .
“ Are you thinking what I am ?” Claire asked , her eyes determined .
The corners of Herald ’ s mouth raised , and some teeth peered from behind his lips . “ I am now .”
As Herald plunged his hand once again into his pants pocket , Dylan ’ s bedroom door flew open . Claire jumped , letting out a squeal , and Herald froze .
I just stood there , watching , my eyes glancing between the two .
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