She pressed her lips together, missing her son. Angry at herself that she couldn’t do her job properly and be the sort of mother she’d always wanted to be. She shook herself out of her mood. She had a missing woman and two murder victims to deal with. She didn’t have time for self-pity.

“What else can you tell me about Corinne Brown?”

Gleeson pulled a face. “Not a lot. She’s very pleasant and competent at her job. She’s only been working for me since the beginning of December. The first person who worked here quit without notice after a couple of months which was a real pain in the ass. I hired Corinne as a temporary arrangement but, up until this incident, she’s been great.” He looked worried. “I hope she’s okay.”

So did Signy.

“Maybe she misunderstood and thought we’d closed for the rest of the week.” Gleeson sucked on his bottom lip. “I was a little distracted and upset when we spoke on the phone yesterday morning. Like I said, she has a boyfriend in Anchorage and she might have hopped in her car or jumped on a plane to see him. But why isn’t she answering her cell?”

“Maybe because if she doesn’t talk to you, she won’t have to confess she screwed up and took off for a few days?” Signy rolled her shoulders and hoped Corinne Brown was enjoying herself somewhere with some stud. “Did you know Adele Surrey?”

“Only in passing. She would serve hot drinks and cookies at the hall. Make sure the temperature was warm enough and prevent random strangers wandering in and sitting down. She always sat outside the circle against the wall, but she paid attention and I found her to be highly empathetic with the attendees.”

Signy nodded and took another sip of coffee. It wasn’t lost on her that Dr. Gleeson also had a connection with each of the homicide victims and now his office had been vandalized. Coincidence, or was someone searching for something? Or was Gleeson trying to divert attention away from himself as a possible suspect? The recording of the killer’s voice had been muffled and indistinct. They’d sent it to Quantico for more detailed analysis. It could have been Gleeson’s voice, but it could also have been her own.

“Did Corinne attend the sessions?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Never.”

She smiled at him sweetly and watched the expression in his eyes flicker. Was Corinne Brown skipping work or was she another victim?

“If you could send me a list of your grad students and that list of people who attended the group therapy sessions as soon as possible so we can interview everyone who might have come into contact with Adele Surrey—”

“You don’t actually think one of my patients had anything to do with that poor woman’s death, do you?” His expression pinched. “Or with Martin Carstairs?”

Signy held his gaze. They hadn’t officially linked the cases, but the press was going bananas about the possibility it was the same killer. The glove and footprints made her suspect the same, but the press didn’t know those details. “The interviews are standard procedure in investigations of this nature unless you have reason to suspect any of your clients?”