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  1. Cover
  2. FAYE KELLERMAN
  3. Dedication
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  42. Acknowledgments
  43. About the Author
  44. Also by Faye Kellerman
  45. About the Publisher

“Shit.” He slammed the file cabinet shut, sat down, and plastered casual across his face. “I wonder if we could stall her for a few more minutes.”

“Just shut up and act like you were cooling your heels.”

“I’m sorry,” Maryam announced as she came back into the office. “I was on so long because of call waiting—one phone call after the other. Everyone is panicked about Dr. Baldwin’s death. Such a terrible, senseless tragedy!” Her eyes became moist. “And the worst part is Dee. We still don’t know about her.”

“No, we don’t,” Marge said.

“Truly frightening.” Maryam shuddered. “It gives me goose bumps to be here…alone. But someone has to hold down the fort.”

“Are you the only psychologist associate?”

“There are four assistants in addition to me. But I’m the only one that’s licensed in clinical psychology. I’m the only one qualified enough to take over if something happened to Dee…I don’t even want to think about that. But I guess I have to. Their patients are going to need support and help. I have to be there for them!”

An instant practice of rich people! Not a bad rise in income. Then Marge wondered why she was thinking so cynically.

“I have work to do,” Maryam said. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to leave.”

“Thank you anyway,” Oliver stated. “Can we come back if we have a few more questions?”

“Maybe when things aren’t so hectic.” She started to choke up. “When things aren’t so emotional.”

“Thank you,” Marge said. “I know you tried.”

“I just wish I had something to tell you.”

Oliver smiled patiently. “We all do the best we can.”

She escorted them out the door, even walked them to the elevator. When they were safely underground, Marge said, “So what do you think?”

“Nice ass and she’s probably clean. What do you think?”

“Narcissistic as hell, but I didn’t detect any duplicity.” She unlocked the car door and went inside. Once Oliver had settled himself in the passenger’s seat, she started the motor. “You ever want to hang up the shield, you could have a dazzling career as a felon.”

“Cops and felons.” Oliver grinned. “The line is very thin, Detective Dunn.”

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