

The doctor responded a little to Douglas's practiced charm, but Crow Jane clearly upset him. Not uncommon signs in someone who'd been exposed to Donal Corcoran on a regular basis. His handshake was weak, his smile was unsteady, and he had a slight but definite twitch in one eye. In fact, the only uncomfortable thing in the office was Dr. It had the usual desk and couch and book-lined walls, and everything was plush and cozy and agreeable. It was a bright and cheerful office, with sunshine streaming through the open window. Then he said, Thanks.ĭouglas's authority and charm got them through the various levels of security at the asylum fairly quickly, until he and Crow Jane ended up in the quietly comfortable office of Corcoran's current analyst, Dr. He stared off into some vanishing point for a long while. That was Jack and his hunters, said Ralph bitterly. Clarissa pushed back her hood as she turned to Sister Amelia. Verna turned back to the man and the book he was studying. He seemed frantically absorbed in his book. The man, his curly blond hair in disarray, didn't look up. She had a gold ring in her lip, the same as Sister Amelia, the same as Clarissa. Go there, behind me and in the back of these books, he said in English,and open the cabinet you see there. Most of that person's dislike centred around him being a civilian on a naval mission, a weasel-lover on a human crewed ship, a snot-nosed kid who'd been pampered all his life because of a lucky genetic break. Also, if Thian could prove himself, he might even get rid of Malice. Waiting was always the worst part of any ordeal. And, speaking of suspense, establishing a definite ID would improve morale considerably. Even among his own kind, he'd accrue considerable prestige from such a daring action.
