Chapter 10: The Bypass
Two days later, Elle sat at her desk. The sensation of her ears threatening to bleed was nothing unusual, with all the calls she’s been taking.
’Dr. Gray this, Dr. Gray that.’
Homicide here, serial cases there.
Suicide. Lecture. Seminar. Consulting.
The woman was popular, too popular for her Personal Assistant’s liking. Worse was she was the only person, scratch that. One of the limited number of people who can reach Sam Gray through her mobile phone. Every message, every email goes through her before they even grace the eyes of ’The Dead Whisperer.’
Last time Elle checked, there were less than 20 people in Sam Gray’s phone book. And she reckons, less than half of that amount has her number.
Social or Professional conversations usually involve,
’Dr. Gray, may I get your contact details?’ Or the like. And Sam replies with, XXX-XXX-XXXX...which is Elle’s number.
This had been going on for more than five years, and if it was even possible, it got way worse when Sam took the Directorial Position in Guy’s. They were in the heart of London, and everybody wanted a piece of her.
Seminars had to be scheduled three months ahead—meetings, a month before. Consulting depends on the case in hand; it usually involves a copy of the case file being sent to Sam’s office. Elle had to sort them by the degree of;
Suspected Homicide
National Importance- usually requested by the ’higher-ups’. Sub-categorized by Cause.