“But—” Eric started.

I held up a hand, looked at Diandra. “I should have asked this at our first meeting, but it never occurred to me that this could be a hoax. This guy who called claiming to be Kevin—was there anything odd about his voice?”

“Odd? How?”

I shook my head. “Think.”

“It was a deep voice, husky, I guess.”

“That’s it?”

She took a sip of wine, then nodded. “Yes.”

“Then it wasn’t Kevin.”

“How do you—?”

“Kevin’s voice is ruined, Doctor Warren. Has been since he was a kid. It sounds like it’s perpetually cracking, like the voice of a teenager going through puberty.”

“That wasn’t the voice I heard on the phone.”

“No.”

Eric rubbed his face. “So, if Kevin didn’t make the call, who did?”

“And why?” Diandra said.

I looked at both of them and held out my hands. “Frankly, I have no idea. Either of you have any enemies?”

Diandra shook her head.

Eric said, “How do you define enemies?”

“Enemies,” I said. “As in people who call up to threaten you at four A.M., or send you pictures of your child without a note of explanation or generally wish you dead. Enemies.”

He thought about it for a moment, then shook his head.

“You’re sure?”

He grimaced. “I have professional competitors, I guess, and detractors, people who disagree with me—”

“In what sense?”

He smiled, somewhat ruefully. “Patrick, you took my courses. You know that I don’t agree with a lot of the experts in the field and that people disagree with my disagreements. But I doubt such people wish me physical harm. Besides, wouldn’t my enemies come after me, not Diandra and her son?”

Diandra flinched, lowered her eyes, and sipped her wine.

I shrugged. “Possibly. You never know, though.” I looked at Diandra. “You said that in the past you’ve feared patients. Any of them recently released from wards or prisons who might hold a grudge?”

“I’d have been notified.” She met my eyes and hers were vibrant with confusion and fear, a deep, encompassing fear.

“Any current patients who might have the motive and resourcefulness to do this?”

She spent a good minute thinking about it, but eventually shook her head. “No.”

“I’ll need to speak to your ex-husband.”

“Stan? Why? I don’t see the point.”

“I need to rule out any possible connection to him. I’m sorry if it upsets you, but I’d be a fool if I didn’t.”

“I’m not obtuse, Mr. Kenzie, but I promise you Stan has no connection to my life and hasn’t for almost two decades.”

“I have to know everything I can about the people in your life, Doctor Warren, particularly anyone with whom you have a relationship that is not picture perfect.”

“Patrick,” Eric said, “come on. What about privacy?”

I sighed. “Fuck privacy.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Eric,” I said. “Fuck privacy. Doctor Warren’s, and yours too, I’m afraid. You brought me into this, Eric, and you know how I work.”