He decided not to think, not to think, not to think of that murder

After a sleepless night, Michael Morse decided not to think, not to think, not to think of that murder—even at the cost of finding himself unable to conceive any thoughts at all. He pressed his thumb against the biometric reader that authenticated his identity, then turned the corner into the lobby, where he narrowly escaped hitting his nose—only to knock off his glasses. It was a minute or so…