“You’re Miss O’Roarke’s shrink?” Sergeant Robertson asked in surprise.

Darby flinched at the term.

“No. I’m a psychologist and psychotherapist, not a psychiatrist,” Gleeson bit out. “Anyway, after my morning lecture yesterday, I heard about the murder and called the police.” Gleeson caught her gaze. “I told them to offer my services should you need them and I worked from home for the rest of the day even though you didn’t call me back. This morning when I arrived for my first session of the day, I discovered someone had ransacked my office.” He angled his head. “How are you feeling, Darby?”

“Better now the police have released me.” She stuffed her hands into her pockets to conserve heat. Eban had left the vehicle idling to keep the engine warm which she would very much appreciate when she got back inside.

“If you want to schedule a session, we can do something in my home office,” Gleeson offered.

“Maybe later.” Darby didn’t want to miss a moment of Eban’s presence.

“How did they get into your premises?” Eban asked.

As far as Darby could tell, the front door wasn’t broken.

Gleeson looked embarrassed. “I’m not sure to be honest. When I arrived this morning, I found the front door unlocked but also a tiny window in the bathroom that was left open—it was freezing inside. My assistant, Corinne, was supposed to lock up on Tuesday night, but I couldn’t reach her this morning to ask if she did so.”

Corinne was a super sweet person who always had a smile. They shared a favorite coffee shop less than a block from here that made the best green tea soy lattes in the state.

“The break-in could have happened any time between Tuesday night and this morning?” said Eban. “Do you have a security system?”

Gleeson grimaced. “The alarm system wasn’t armed when I got here this morning. At first, I assumed Corinne had got in ahead of me. Then I walked into my office and saw the mess.”

They’d talk to the security company for details. “Do you have any surveillance cameras?” Eban asked.

Gleeson shook his head. “The strip mall has one mounted out front and one out back, but they don’t work. They’re for show.”

Darby was about to return to the SUV because the biting wind was beginning to hurt her face when Eban’s next question stopped her cold.

“What was taken?”

Gleeson glanced at her with a nervous expression on his face. “I’m not sure exactly.” He blew into his bare hands, dancing from foot to foot to keep warm. “I realized what must have happened as soon as I saw the disarray. I called the police and got out of there immediately.”

“The office held patient records?”

Ice slid down Darby’s spine.

Gleeson nodded.

Eban shot her a look and she knew what he was thinking. Someone had broken in and stolen her private records.

But people might also mistakenly believe that the therapist stored drugs here. It was a common misconception.