and I opened the car door and climbed out. As I watched the hearse disappear into the fog, the opening lines of an old schoolyard rhyme floated to the top of my consciousness.
Do you ever think when a hearse goes by
That one fine day youâre gonna die?
Theyâll wrap you up in a cotton sheet
And throw you down about forty feet. The worms crawl in,
The worms crawl outâ¦
There was more, but I had to cut short my reverie. It was October 31. Halloween. The Day of the Dead. And I had a show to do.
CHAPTER TWO
L ate at night, Studio D is a fine and private place. The CVOX offices are empty, and except for the security guy and a technician down the hall, our showâs producer, Nova Langenegger, and I are on our own. After ten years of working together, Nova and I know each otherâs moods, and we anticipate one anotherâs needs.
Tonight Nova anticipates that I need a guest expert on death and grieving to keep me from going into freefall during the show. Halloween is tough for me. I met Ariel, the woman I loved and lost, at a Halloween birthday party. We were seven years old. She was dressed as the sun, and the memory of her shining face surrounded by rays of golden foil still stops my heart.
Nova is not often wrong, but as soon as I walk into the control room of Studio D, I know that weâre in for a rocky ride. The guest expert and my producer are standing toe to toe, and they both look grim. A stranger who didnât know the combatants would put his money on the guest expert.
Dr. Robin Harris is a goddess. In her stilettos, sheâs taller than me, and Iâm an even six feet. Her skin is creamy; her eyes are green; her auburn hair falls in luxuriant waves over her shoulders. Her black leather coat is close-fitted to showcase her many assets.
At my request, Nova is wearing the caterpillar costume that sheâd worn to a party earlier in the evening. Her six-month-old daughter, Lily, had been dressed as a butterfly. On a good day, Nova ticks in at a little over five foot two. In my opinion sheâs a beauty, but these days sheâs haunted by the few extra pounds she picked up when she was pregnant.
The tension in the control room is thick, and the body language is hostile. I attempt to defuse the situation.
âDr. Harris, I presume.â I offer our guest my hand. âIâm Charlie Dowhanuik.â
Dr. Harris pivots on her stilettos. She ignores my outstretched hand. Her eyes are flashing. âIâve asked your producer to block a certain caller, and she refuses.â Dr. Harrisâs voice is the kind of deep rich mezzo that makes my knees weak, but the caterpillar and I have a history.
âWe donât block callers unless thereâs a reason,â I say.
âThereâs a reason,â Robin Harris says. âDr. Gabriel Ireland and I were in a relationship. Itâs over, and heâs not dealing with it well. He makes threats.â
âAgainst you?â I say.
Robin Harris shakes her head impatiently. âAgainst himself,â she says. âHe threatens to commit suicide.â
âIn that case, he shouldnât be ignored,â I say. âMaybe I can help.â
Robin Harrisâs thrilling voice drips contempt. âI doubt it,â she says.
Nova catches my eye and points to the darkened studio on the other side of the glass.
âYouâd better get in there,â she says.
âWeâre on air in one minute, five.â
I open the door to the studio and stand aside for Dr. Harris. As she glides past me, I catch her perfume. Itâs sultry. We take our places at the round broadcast desk. I point to her earphones.
âThose are yours. Could you say a few words, please? Nova needs to do a sound check.â
Dr. Harris flicks the button on the base of her microphone and the tiny light indicating that sheâs on the air comes to life.
âIf you donât block Dr. Gabriel Irelandâs calls,
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