Twenty-eight

THREE YEARS EARLIER

Six weeks is a long time. It’s long enough to develop headaches, insomnia, digestive issues, fear of success, fear of failure, fear of fear itself, and a host of other psychological problems. I managed to acquire every one, and a few others, while I waited for the verdict from Karen Sinsheimer. Self-diagnosed, of course. By the time she called, I was a complete wreck.

“I’m sorry,” Karen said, after introducing herself.

I bit my lip. “About what?”

“The committee has determined that 4D is the work of Isaac Cullion.”