“You know how she is,” the novelist said, his fingers hovered over the holographic keyboard. “You can’t dissuade her once she’s set on doing something. I gave her the data so she would at least know where to go. And it helped, didn’t it?” James’ attention returned to the screen. “I didn’t have much choice, anyway. It was either that or get mauled by a panther.”
“You sound like you know her that well,” the doctor said later.
“Louis and Mr. Roucan can be just as stubborn. It’s a family trait.”
Fred had forgotten that Mr. Roucan had been James’ guardian when the novelist was orphaned. (more…)