“He stuck his nose where he shouldn’t,” Kennon said pointedly.
Blalok stiffened.
“I’m sorry, Evald. Even if you knew, I couldn’t talk about it. What I know about Douglas is classified!”
“Well—Douglas is doing plenty of talking. Claims his stay in the hospital was all your fault.”
Kennon shrugged. “That’s his opinion. And as long as he stays out of my way he’s welcome to it.”
Blalok looked at Kennon’s haggard face with mild concern, “Doc,” he said, “you’d better take it easy. You’re going to pieces.”
“I’ll be through here in another week, I’ll have this all wrapped up.”
“Providing you’re not wrapped up first.”
“Eh?”
“In a shroud. You look like a walking corpse.”