Move over Joan Wilder. Can you picture  two romance novelists sneaking in to rummage through the patient files in a psychiatric hospital? Sound like a plot for a novel?  It was real even if the hospital wasn’t. There was so much stuff in Zach’s files, Kelly and I decided to tackle it together. She divvied up the tasks. Kelly was supposed to handle anything in French. I was supposed handle everything else. We haven’t found anything in French yet. The contents were creepy. I’m not much of a phone person (I use maybe 8 minutes a month on my cell) but when Kelly offered to be in charge of looking…