In his line of work too much empathy is a bad thing, and until now he had thought that true of every kind of job, a doctor had to be logical, not empathetic, an officer of the law, the same, but no. Here was Will Graham. A very interesting man, indeed,
The evening seems content with itself, there is no extreme of weather, just a light, though rather nippy, summer breeze, and Edgar Sterling sits patiently at his computer. With folded hands beneath his chin he stares at the screen glittering, illuminating his slice of the room. The screen shows an e-mail program open, the pointer flashing in the empty text area.
He types.
Freddie Lounds,
It has come to my attention that you are something of an expert on William Graham. I wish to speak with you about him.
I am a generous man.
E. T. Sterling.
With a frown he looks over the e-mail, this is the third time he's written it and, frankly, he's bored of it already. Edgar hits send regardless of the ambiguity of it, regardless of the fact that the woman is likely to not reply. And he waits.
