Rebecca had meant to scream when she saw the body, but her lungs failed to provide her the necessary breath to follow through. Instead, she swallowed and said the only thing that came to mind. “Appointment?”

“Fowler, nine thirty.”

She knew that. It was a weekly appointment. The man wasn’t usually dead on arrival though. “Very good. I’ll let her know you’re here.”

With a nod, he went to sit down. No one else in the waiting room budged, eyes glued to the corpse.

Rebecca picked up the phone. “Doctor… Fowler?”

“Is there something wrong?”

She swallowed. “Your nine thirty is here.”

For a good moment, Doctor Fowler said nothing.

“What do…. what do I do?”

“Um,” said Doctor Fowler. “Call the police, but send him back.”

“Yes’m.”