Chapter 14
Even if I had been developing sneaking suspicions about the existence of the paranormal, I found myself unable to accept werewolfism when spoken about so boldly. “You need a doctor, not an archaeologist.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, and I’m pretty sure Claw understood what I was getting at because he didn’t bother to stifle his snort.
“I’ve tried doctors,” Jim Kelter answered, as if he wasn’t aware I was talking about the kind who locked you in padded cells and dispensed tranquilizers. “But science hasn’t caught up with this new invention....”
He paused. c****d his head as if he’d heard something. Had the intercom crackled?
Whatever had sidetracked the President, he shrugged it off and turned back to face me. “Which brings us to Blackburn...and to you.”
