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think so, but you know I’m not the best at that unless it’s the size of a football.”
    “You done good. Let’s see him.”
    Junie did not move. When she spoke again, it was in a near whisper.
    “I looked out a couple of minutes ago,” she said, “and you were staring up at Umberto’s poster. You okay?”
    “Hanging in there. The class is a nice distraction-especially these guys-but that nightmare I had on the way here is still resonating. Good thing I don’t have to hold a full cup of hot coffee.”
    “Have you tried your eye exercises?”
    Nick kissed her on the forehead and motioned to the examining room.
    “I’m doing fine. Now, let’s go kick some mononucleosis butt.”
    Not surprisingly, Junie was spot-on in her assessment of the seventeen-year-old, whose residence was listed as the 24 Hotel-night-by-night cots for homeless men. With no major trouble swallowing, and no striking enlargement of his spleen, the youth was sent out with a “mono sheet” of do’s and don’ts. As with most of their patients, the caregivers could only hope that he kept his follow-up appointment.
    Nick was back giving final instructions to his class when the mono patient passed by them and left, followed moments later by Junie, carrying her umbrella.
    “I’m going to grab the next victim,” she said. “I’m thinking of stopping by Dunkin’ Donuts across the street to see if they can donate a Box O’ Joe to our waiting room out there. They’ve done it before.”
    “Like they have a chance against you.”
    A gust of chilly, wet air blew in as she opened and closed the passenger side door.
    Just a few minutes later, the door opened again and a short, stocky, balding man entered. He was wearing a tan trench coat and shaking off an umbrella. He was followed immediately by Phillip MacCandliss.
    “Good evening, Garrity,” MacCandliss said, fixing Nick with dark narrow ferret eyes. “May I introduce Mr. Janus Fielding.” He increased his volume so that anyone in the rear of the RV could hear. “He’s with the D.C. Department of Health.”

CHAPTER 5
    The sight of MacCandliss turned Nick’s stomach. It wasn’t the first unannounced visit he had made to the RV-two other times over the past few years he had “just stopped by to see what this operation is all about.” But this was the first time he had arrived accompanied.
    “We’re very busy, MacCandliss,” Nick said. “Why didn’t you phone ahead for an appointment?”
    “Now that wouldn’t be a very good way to go about holding a surprise inspection, would it?”
    The VA claims evaluator, infamous among the GIs for his hard-nosed refusal to grant disability benefits, remained in the stairwell behind Janus Fielding. MacCandliss was swarthy and thinly built, and looked slightly ridiculous in a tweed walking cap, but Nick knew better than to take the man lightly. He was devious and unpredictable except in his unswerving drive to put himself first in any situation.
    Nick sized up the moment and considered whether it was worth stalling until Junie’s return. Still shaky, he wondered if he could control his temper, which was known to be hair-trigger when he was dealing with the confounding symptoms of his PTSD. He glanced out at the bus stop waiting area, but she was probably still in Dunkin’.
    Damn you, MacCandliss
, he barely kept from hollering out,
why tonight?
    “Okay, Mr. Fielding,” Nick said instead, sighing audibly, “why don’t we start at the beginning. Credentials?”
    Fielding flipped open a dedicated leather case, revealing a Health Department badge and a photo ID.
    Facilities Inspector, Department of Health.
    “Exactly what is it you want, Mr. Janus Fielding?” Nick asked, recalling from a mythology course at Stanford that Janus was the Roman god of, among other things, doors and gates, and wondering how the man’s parents could have come up with so prophetic a name.
    “I have a list of complaints that have been filed against this medical