I wept as I hadn’t in a very long time, covering my face with my hands. Dr. Zenner rubbed my back and pulled tissues from a box, but she did not try to talk me out of my depression. She quietly let me cry: ‘I’m so ashamed of myself,’ I finally said between sobs.

‘You mustn’t be ashamed,’ she said. ‘Sometimes you have to let it out. You don’t do that enough and I know what you see.’

‘My mother is very ill and I have not been down to Miami to see her. Not once.’ I was incapable of being consoled. ‘I am a stranger at my office. I can no longer stay in my house - or anywhere else for that matter -without security.’

‘I noticed many police outside your room,’ she observed.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. ‘He’s decompensating,’ I said.

Her eyes were fastened to mine.

‘And that’s good. He’s more daring, meaning he’s taking greater risks. That’s what Bundy did in the end.’

Dr. Zenner offered what she did best. She listened.

I went on, ‘The more he decompensates, the greater the likelihood he’ll make a mistake and we’ll get him.’

‘I would also assume he is at his most dangerous right now,’ she said. ‘He has no boundaries. He even killed Santa Claus.’

‘He killed a sheriff who plays Santa once a year. And this sheriff also was heavily involved in drugs. Maybe drugs were the connection between the two of them.’

‘Tell me about you.’

I looked away from her and took another deep breath. At last I was calmer. Anna was one of the few people in this world who made me feel I did not need to be in charge. She was a psychiatrist. I had known her since my move to Richmond, and she had helped me through my breakup with Mark, then through his death. She had the heart and hands of a musician.

‘Like him, I am decompensating,’ I confessed in frustration.

‘I must know more.’

‘That’s why I’m here.’ I looked at her. ‘That’s why I’m in this gown, in this bed. It’s why I almost shot my niece. It’s why people are outside my door worried about me. People are driving the streets and watching my house, worrying about me. Everywhere, people are worrying about me.’

‘Sometimes we have to call in the troops.’

‘I don’t want troops,’ I said impatiently. ‘I want to be left alone.’

‘Ha. I personally think you need an entire army. No one can fight this man alone.’

‘You’re a psychiatrist,’ I said. ‘Why don’t you dissect him?’

‘I don’t treat character disorders,’ she said. ‘Of course he is sociopathic.’