Sachs hung back, got a cup of water from the cooler. Sipped it slowly. When the deputy at the front desk turned his attention back to his newspaper Sachs quickly stepped through the door of the observation room, where the video camera sat for taping suspects. The room was empty. She pulled the door shut and sat down, peered into the interrogation room. She could see Garrett in one chair in the middle of the room. The doctor sat at the table. Cal Fredericks was in the corner, his arms folded, ankle resting on a knee, revealing the height of his shoes’ stubby heels.

A third chair, unoccupied, sat facing Garrett.

Cokes were on the table. The cans sweated with condensation.

Through the cheap, clattering speaker above the mirror Sachs heard their voices.

“Garrett, I’m Doctor Penny. How’re you?”

No answer.

“It’s a little warm in here, isn’t it?”

Still Garrett said nothing. He looked down. Clicked the nails on his finger and thumb. Sachs couldn’t hear the sound. She found her own thumbnail digging into the flesh of her index finger. Felt moisture, saw the blood. Stop it stop it stop it, she thought and forced herself to lower her hands to her sides.

“Garrett, I’m here to help you. I’m working with your lawyer, Mr. Fredericks here, and we’re trying to get you a reduced sentence for what’s happened. We can help you but we need your cooperation.”

Fredericks said, “The doctor’s going to talk to you, Garrett. We’re going to try to find out a few things. But everything you say is going to be just between us. We won’t tell anybody else without your permission. You understand that?”

He nodded.

“Remember, Garrett,” the doctor said, “we’re the good guys. We’re on your side.… Now, I want to try something.”

Her eyes were on the boy’s face. He scratched at a welt. He said, “I guess.”

“See that chair there?”

Dr. Penny nodded toward the chair and the boy glanced at it. “I see it.”

“We’re going to play sort of a game. You’re going to pretend there’s somebody real important in that chair.”

“Like the President?”

“No, I mean, somebody important to you. Somebody you know in real life. You’re going to pretend they’re sitting there in front of you. I want you to talk to them. And I want you to be real honest with them. You tell them whatever you want to say. Share your secrets with them. If you’re mad at them you tell them that. If you love them tell them so. If you want them—like you’d want a girl—tell them. Remember it’s okay to say anything at all. Nobody’s going to be upset with you.”

“Just talk to the chair?” Garrett asked the doctor. “Why?”