Jason hadn’t made things better. Another man might have tried to crack her shell and draw her back to him. Jason didn’t. He buried himself in his lab and waited for her to fix herself. They’d never really been the same since then. There was still a canyon between them.

She’d never told Jason about the pass that Darren made at her. Patients did that from time to time. Usually, the attachment was just a side effect of therapy, and she knew how to turn it aside. Darren was different. For the first and only time, she’d been tempted, regardless of the consequences. He was smooth. Alluring. The physical effect he’d had on her was unlike anything she’d felt with another man. Even Jason. She resisted Darren, but she found herself in the grip of sexual fantasies about him for months. When he stared at her, she thought he knew exactly how she felt.

Later, she’d realized that his skillful seduction was a ploy. If they’d had an affair, he could have used it against her. She was part of his plan. And she hated him for it.

“No,” she insisted. “I don’t think it’s Darren.”

Jason looked as if he wanted to argue with her, but they’d argued enough about Darren Newman in the past. The damage was done. “Then who?”

“There’s someone else,” Frankie said.

He came over and stood very close to her. “Who is it?”

“A patient. I can’t tell you who, and I can’t tell the police, either, not unless I know something for sure.”

“Why do you think it’s him?”

Frankie thought about Todd Ferris on the Bay Trail. “He approached me when I was running yesterday. It made me uncomfortable, like he was stalking me. He said he didn’t want to come to the office, because he didn’t want anything in writing. In other words, he didn’t want a trail of evidence—or at least that’s how I took it.”

Her husband’s dark eyes looked even darker. “What did he say?”

“He was having strange memories. He claimed to remember women being tortured. He said he came to me because he recognized one of the women from the news. It was Brynn Lansing.”

“This guy says he saw one of your patients being tortured?”

She nodded. “I didn’t believe it when he talked to me. It sounded too wild, like someone who was making up stories just to get attention. But now—”

“If it’s him, why would he come to you and admit it? Why would he play these games and then simply tell you what he’s doing?”

“I don’t know. He could be schizophrenic, but I didn’t get that sense from him in treatment.”

“Did he say that he was the one torturing these women?” Jason asked.