Part 52 (2/2)

”Out of fear or love?” I asked.

”Both. He engenders both, Patrick. As all worthy beings do.”

”You're done as a psychiatrist,” I said. ”You know that, don't you?”

She shook her head. ”I think not. You release that tape to anyone, I'll file breaking and entering charges against the three of you.”

Angie laughed.

Diane Bourne looked at her. ”You are breaking and entering.”

”You should have fun explaining this,” Angie said and swept her hand over the table.

”Officer, they were cooking cooking!” I said.

”Basting!” Angie said.

”And, madam, how did you respond?”

”I helped carve,” Angie said. ”And, of course, I showed them to my china.”

”Did you go with the light meat or the dark?”

Diane Bourne lowered her head and shook it.

”Last chance,” I said.

She kept her head down, shook it again.

I pushed my chair back from the table, held up the videotape. ”We'll make copies and it's going out, Doctor, to every psychiatrist and psychologist listed in the yellow pages.”

”And the media,” Angie said.

”Oh, G.o.d, yeah,” I said. ”They'll go nuts.”

She looked up and tears filled her eyes and her voice cracked when she spoke. ”You'd take my career?”

”You took her life,” I said. ”Have you watched this tape? Did you look in her eyes, Diane? There's nothing there but self-hatred. You put that there. You and Miles and this blond guy.”

”It was an experiment,” she said, and her voice was clogged. ”It was just an idea. I never thought she'd kill herself.”

”He did, though,” I said. ”The blond guy. Didn't he?”

She nodded.

”Give me his name.”

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