“Oh, I’m not concerned about money anymore.” He waves a hand. “I’m not sure if you heard, but my parents were in a terrible car wreck last month. They didn’t survive.” He pulls an exaggerated sad face. “And I’m their only heir, so… you know.”

I hug my chest. It’s exactly what he described to me when he was imagining his parents’ death. My mother is a terrible driver. One of these days, she’ll be driving with my father in the car, and she’ll just drive right into a Mack truck and they’ll both be killed. And now it’s happened.

Even though I never liked EJ, I always thought he was harmless. I am ashamed that even as a psychiatrist, I completely misdiagnosed him, which may have been the most costly mistake I have made in my career. But now I know the truth.

The man is a psychopath.

“What do you want?” I croak.

The smile playing on EJ’s lips makes me want to smack him. “Oh, I’ve been thinking long and hard about that one, Dr. Hale.”

I swallow. “I’ll give you another prescription for oxycodone. One more.”

He snorts. “Sorry, Doc. That’s not going to do it anymore. Not after the shit you pulled.”

“Just tell me what you want.”

“What do I want?” He takes a step toward me, and I back away, still hugging my chest. “I want you, Adrienne.”

I feel dizzy. “You mean more sessions?”

“Call it whatever you want.” He takes another step towards me, that smile still stretching his lips grotesquely. “I want you to strip down naked and let me do anything I want to do to you. Anything.”

My knees wobble. “No. Out of the question.”

“Don’t rule it out so quickly.” He reaches out to touch me and I jerk away. “You might enjoy it—I sure will. I bet you’re getting tired of that nerdy boyfriend of yours. I bet he’s terrible in bed.”

“Get out of my house,” I snarl at him. “Get out or I’m calling the police.”

He arches an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Yes.” I stick out my chin. “If you feel you have to destroy me with that video, go ahead. I’m not going along with this anymore. I won’t play your games.”

“Oh, Adrienne,” he sighs. “Unfortunately, it’s not just about you anymore.”

He fishes his phone out of his pocket. I stare at him while he jabs at the screen. After a second, he holds out his phone to me. I shake my head.

“Take it.” He thrusts the phone into my chest. “You’re going to want to see this. I promise.”

Oh God. What is going on?