Rogan was midsize, had brown hair, and once in a candid moment joked he needed to lose fifteen pounds and get to the gym more often. She thought the extra weight made his face pleasantly round, and his self-deprecating humor charming.

“You look terrific.”

“Thank you.”

“What brings you to my neck of the woods?” he asked.

“Came to ask you about Ms. Stone. She was brought in this morning.”

He regarded her closely. “I can’t talk about patients; you know that.”

“Of course,” she said. “But she’s attached to a suspicious-death investigation, and I was wondering if she said anything that could help.”

“I can’t say, Jordan.”

“Sure, I get it.”

“I’m glad you stopped by. You look good.” He motioned with his hand for her to sit in one of the two office chairs angled toward his desk. She took the one on the left, like she always did. He took the other because he never liked having the desk separate him from his patient.

“Have you ever counseled Ms. Stone before?”

He chuckled. “You’re still stubborn.”

“It’s all I know.”

“Fair enough. But I still can’t answer.”

“How have you been doing?” she asked.

“Good. As you can see, still plugging along.”

She knew very little about his personal life, and that was for the best. Cut ties. Clean breaks.

“Looks like you still hit the gym,” he said easily.

“Put one in my garage. It’s my meditation.”

Grinning, he shook his head. “As I have said, the gym is for the body, not the mind. Meditation is mind exercise.”

Jordan laughed, holding up her hand. “I tried it. No can do.”

“I won’t ever stop reminding you.”

“I know.” Her mind shifted to the Jane Does. “You remember Marco Walker?”

“The drug dealer. I hear he hanged himself.”

“Ms. Stone told you?”

He shrugged.

“Does he still like to get the young, pretty girls hooked so he can traffic them?” Avery came to mind. Jordan had tried to talk to her sister about being trafficked, but Avery refused to discuss it.

“He had no reason to change.”

“What about an attorney named Harold Sunday?”

Rogan frowned. “He’s Walker’s attorney and sometimes represents some of the girls arrested for prostitution. He can be violent from what I’ve heard.”

“How so?”

“Walker used the girls to pay off his debts with Sunday. Sex for legal defense.”

That was not a surprise. Would Sunday be the kind of guy who took the sex too far? “Can I run a case by you?”

“As long as it’s not a patient.”

“It’s not.”

The smile in his eyes faded, and she sensed a mental shifting of the hats between personal and work modes. “Ask away.”

“I have two Jane Does . . . or did.”

“Did?”