Eddie looked at his schedule. “I don’t seem to have you—”
George put his hand over the paper. “I have to be here. I have to be here now.” 

Eddie paused and gauged the situation carefully. George’s actions alone proved he was a man frantic to hold onto any sliver of hope he could. How could he turn the troubled man away, when he knew he had the time to see him? “Very well, Mr. Fraser.”  Eddie sat down and folded his hands on top of his desk.  “May I ask who sent you?”

At the question, George pulled at his collar and droplets of perspiration beaded on his forehead. “Black … Donald Black,” he bit out nervously as he glanced behind him. Eddie had the distinct feeling George feared this man would materialize out of thin air.

“I don’t believe I know a Mr. Black.”

George swung around and stared at him with disbelief. “He’s an evil old man.” He grabbed for Eddie’s hand and held on tight, willing him to see the truth. “Black seems harmless dressed in a fine black suit, but he tricks you, and in doing so he wins your soul.”

Eddie felt a dark premonition work its way up his spine and he struggled to pull his hand away as if George’s contact was the conduit for the anxiety.  He needed to remain in control or he would be pulled into this man’s hysteria. “Calm down, Mr. Fraser.  I won’t be able to help you if you lose your temper.”

With a jolt, George suddenly ended the tug-o-war with Eddie’s hand, causing the psychiatrist to slam back against his leather chair. Eddie cleared his throat and took a rugged breath as he eyed George.  He nervously wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

Eddie straightened his tie. “Better,” he said only to convince himself that things were under control. “Now why don’t you start from the beginning and tell me why you’re here.”

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