Chapter 8
James learned about the new blog post when Jocelyn called him. He heard Billy crying in the background, the baby giving vent to his mother’s fears.
“Hempel’s doing it,” Jocelyn said. “He’s naming names. He must know about me since he mentioned dentists.”
Steve came home, and James heard him trying to comfort his wife and son. When Jocelyn excused herself to be with her family, James heard the dread in her voice.
“What are we going to do, James?”
“It’ll be all right,” James said.
He pulled up Hempel’s blog on his laptop, but he couldn’t bring himself to read it. He paced the ten short steps of his office, remembered the day just eight months before when Hempel sat in that very chair, flipping through these very books, waiting for some sign that James was the undead professor
