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Chapters (64)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Contents
  4. CHAPTER1
  5. CHAPTER2
  6. CHAPTER3
  7. CHAPTER4
  8. CHAPTER5
  9. CHAPTER6
  10. CHAPTER7
  11. CHAPTER8
  12. CHAPTER9
  13. CHAPTER10
  14. CHAPTER11
  15. CHAPTER12
  16. CHAPTER13
  17. CHAPTER14
  18. CHAPTER15
  19. CHAPTER16
  20. CHAPTER17
  21. CHAPTER18
  22. CHAPTER19
  23. CHAPTER20
  24. CHAPTER21
  25. CHAPTER22
  26. CHAPTER23
  27. CHAPTER24
  28. CHAPTER25
  29. CHAPTER26
  30. CHAPTER27
  31. CHAPTER28
  32. CHAPTER29
  33. CHAPTER30
  34. CHAPTER31
  35. CHAPTER32
  36. CHAPTER33
  37. CHAPTER34
  38. CHAPTER35
  39. CHAPTER36
  40. CHAPTER37
  41. CHAPTER38
  42. CHAPTER39
  43. CHAPTER40
  44. CHAPTER41
  45. CHAPTER42
  46. CHAPTER43
  47. CHAPTER44
  48. CHAPTER45
  49. CHAPTER46
  50. CHAPTER47
  51. CHAPTER48
  52. CHAPTER49
  53. CHAPTER50
  54. CHAPTER51
  55. CHAPTER52
  56. CHAPTER53
  57. CHAPTER54
  58. CHAPTER55
  59. CHAPTER56
  60. CHAPTER57
  61. Dedication
  62. Acknowledgements
  63. Books by Jonathan Kellerman
  64. 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.