“Adeline says no, Jeffers definitely treated him. And Mary Chin, Jeffers' secretary, confirms it. Twice-a-week sessions, sometimes more, for at least three or four months before Becky took over. We can't find any therapy notes—no doubt Jeffers destroyed them—but that only makes it look worse for her.”

I said, “She made a point of telling me she didn't do therapy anymore—another mind game . . . why didn't the fact that she was working with Hewitt ever come out after Becky's murder?”

The hand went over his face. “We didn't ask, and no one volunteered. Why would they? Everyone saw it as psycho kills girl. And we killed the psycho. No one suspected a damn thing—none of the staffers at the center or Dick Jeffers. He's pretty freaked out now. Coming to grips with the monster he's been living with. Says he's willing to testify against her—whether or not he sticks with that remains to be seen.”

“An affair,” I said. “So goddamned mundane. Jean sleeps with Coburg for five years, but Becky gets the death penalty . . . typical psychopathic thinking, the ego out of control: you hurt me, I kill you.”

“Yeah,” he said, drinking and licking his lips. “So tell me, specifically, how would you get a nut like Hewitt to kill?”

“I'd pick someone with strong paranoid tendencies whose fantasies got violent when he was off his medicine. Then I'd get him off his medicine, either by convincing him to stop taking it or by substituting a placebo, and try to get as much control as I could over his psyche as he deteriorated. Maybe use some age-regression techniques—hypnosis or free association, bring him back to his childhood—get him to confront the helplessness of childhood. To feel it. The pain, the rage.”

“The screams,” he said.

I nodded. “That's probably why they taped him. They got him to scream out his pain, played it back for him—you remember how hard it was to listen to. Can you imagine a schizophrenic dealing with that? Meanwhile, they're also teaching him about bad love, evil shrinks—indoctrinating him, telling him he's been a victim. And insinuating Becky into the delusion, as a major-league evil shrink—the purveyor of bad love. They continue to increase his paranoia by praising him for it. Convincing him he's some kind of soldier on a mission: get Becky. Then they transfer him to her. But I'll bet Jean continued to see him on the side. Prepping him, directing him. Backed up by Coburg—another authority figure for Hewitt. And the beauty of it is even if Hewitt hadn't been killed at the scene and had talked, who would have believed him? He was crazy.”

“That's about the way I had it,” he said. “But hearing you organize it that way helps.”

“It's not hard evidence.”