NIGHTSHIFT 40: Doctor's Office 8 [Dr. Disraeli]
( From here.)
Artemis entered the office, looking around cautiously. The room was just as he had expected it, just as he'd left it yesterday. Except for one minor detail: Disraeli wasn't there. The boy frowned at the painting on the wall--he'd always found it particularly creepy. Or ironic.
"Everything should be safe, for the most part. Except the desk," Artemis looked at it as though it might sprout fangs and leap at both of them. But it was the most obvious place to keep a set of files. "Whatever he did to me last week, he did it from the desk. He never moved, I remember that much."
Artemis entered the office, looking around cautiously. The room was just as he had expected it, just as he'd left it yesterday. Except for one minor detail: Disraeli wasn't there. The boy frowned at the painting on the wall--he'd always found it particularly creepy. Or ironic.
"Everything should be safe, for the most part. Except the desk," Artemis looked at it as though it might sprout fangs and leap at both of them. But it was the most obvious place to keep a set of files. "Whatever he did to me last week, he did it from the desk. He never moved, I remember that much."