Chapters (64)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- CHAPTER1
- CHAPTER2
- CHAPTER3
- CHAPTER4
- CHAPTER5
- CHAPTER6
- CHAPTER7
- CHAPTER8
- CHAPTER9
- CHAPTER10
- CHAPTER11
- CHAPTER12
- CHAPTER13
- CHAPTER14
- CHAPTER15
- CHAPTER16
- CHAPTER17
- CHAPTER18
- CHAPTER19
- CHAPTER20
- CHAPTER21
- CHAPTER22
- CHAPTER23
- CHAPTER24
- CHAPTER25
- CHAPTER26
- CHAPTER27
- CHAPTER28
- CHAPTER29
- CHAPTER30
- CHAPTER31
- CHAPTER32
- CHAPTER33
- CHAPTER34
- CHAPTER35
- CHAPTER36
- CHAPTER37
- CHAPTER38
- CHAPTER39
- CHAPTER40
- CHAPTER41
- CHAPTER42
- CHAPTER43
- CHAPTER44
- CHAPTER45
- CHAPTER46
- CHAPTER47
- CHAPTER48
- CHAPTER49
- CHAPTER50
- CHAPTER51
- CHAPTER52
- CHAPTER53
- CHAPTER54
- CHAPTER55
- CHAPTER56
- CHAPTER57
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- Books by Jonathan Kellerman
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Her arm shot out. She hurled the rest of the food. The fish feasted. “People? All I know is Adriana. And I only know about her because I heard it on TV and it freaked me out completely.”
“Did you contact the police?”
Long pause. “You know the answer. I didn’t. Because I couldn’t see what I could possibly offer. She worked for me only for a short time. I really didn’t know her.”
I said nothing.
She said, “What did you mean ‘people’? You’re freaking me out.”
“First Adriana, then Melvin Jaron Wedd.”
Her hand flew to her face. “What! Mel? No! When?”
“A few days ago.”
“Oh, God, no—what are you telling me?”
“He was murdered a few days ago. Was he a good employee?”
“What?”
I repeated the question.
“Sure, fine, he was great. Murder? What happened—”
“Reliable? Skilled at organizing?”
“Yes, yes, all that, what does it matter?”
I said, “In addition to all that, he had a special talent. Vocal impressions.”
“What? Oh, that, sure, yes, he’d do cartoon characters for the kids. So?”
“He did a pretty good imitation of Donny. When he called me for that appointment on your behalf.”
“What!”
“I thought it was Donny. But it was Mel, wasn’t it?”
She said, “Mel called for me but—I never told him to do that.”
“Guess he improvised.”
“Why would he?”
“I thought you might be able to tell me.”
“Well, I can’t, I have no idea why.”
“Then I’ll take a guess, Prema. Subtle hostility. He didn’t much care for Donny, because he’d learned what Donny is like. He knew that Donny wouldn’t be happy about your consulting a child psychologist. So he mimicked Donny. Mel’s little bit of nasty irony.”
She stared at the water.
I said, “Mel refused to tell me which kid I’d be seeing because the answer was none of them. The kids didn’t need help, they were doing fine. All things considered.”
She looked at me. Her eyes were wet. “I’m doing my best.”
“I believe that you are. So the question remains: Why did you want to see me? I’m a child psychologist so it wasn’t about therapy for you. That leaves some kind of family issue.”
She didn’t answer.
I said, “Maybe a marriage that’s unraveling? A concerned parent wanting to learn about the impact on the children? And how to minimize it?”
She covered her face with both hands.