Mind Prey

saying, “They’re waiting,” and “God, that was great this morning. You’re my hero.”
    “Yeah, but for how long?” Lucas asked.
    “Rest of the week,” she promised.
    Nancy Wolfe, a loose-fleshed man with freckles and shiny red hair, Lester, and Rose Marie Roux faced each other in a tense rectangle around Roux’s desk. The red-haired man’s hands were steepled, and he wore a careful gray suit with a gold lapel pin. A lawyer, Lucas thought.
    Roux pointed at an empty chair next to Lester. “Sit down. We’re trying to work out what happened this morning.”
    “You know what happened,” Wolfe snapped. She looked across the desk at Lucas, her eyes on fire. “The question is, what are you going to do about it?”
    “What do you want?” Lucas asked.
    “I want you out,” she said. “I’ll reserve the right to go to court no matter what happens, but I want you out now.”
    “We saved your partner’s life,” Lucas said.
    “You should have found another way to do it…”
    “There was no time.”
    “…without… violating me. ”
    Lucas shook his head. “No time.”
    “You should have made some,” Wolfe said.
    Rose Marie cleared her throat. “Lucas will be staying. I won’t fire him. In fact, I’m putting him in for a commendation. I’m sorry that you were inconvenienced.”
    “Inconvenienced?” Wolfe shrilled. “I was strip-searched and given these prison clothes and they made me sit there while they shouted at me”—her lip trembled—“and they wouldn’t let me call anybody, a lawyer, or anybody.”
    “Rose Marie, we’re talking about a lot of money,” the lawyer said, dryly. “Guys have done a lot less than Davenport, to people who deserved it a lot more, and they’ve been hammered. People are tired of this department, the way it handles people. You lose a million, two million, five million—and that’s possible, in this case—and you’ll be out of here. If you fire Davenport, at least it’ll be a sign that you disapprove.”
    Rose Marie was shaking her head, and said, “Won’t do it.”
    The lawyer nodded at Wolfe and said, “Well, that’s it, then.”
    Wolfe gathered up her purse. “We’re definitely going ahead.”
    Lester said, out of nowhere, “You can go to court, but I don’t think we’ll lose. We had some good reasons to interview Dr. Wolfe.”
    Lucas glanced at Lester, uncertainly, then looked at Roux, who raised her eyebrows. She didn’t know what Lester was talking about, either.
    The lawyer, who had dropped his hands to his lap when he was talking about the five million, resteepled his fingers, then peeked at Lester from behind them. “I know what you’re thinking. And if the jury was deciding right this minute, you might get away with it. Ms. Manette and her daughters are in the hospital, the TV people are going crazy, there’d be a lot of sympathy for what Chief Davenport did. But when we get to court, six months from now, or a year from now? You’ll lose. And Ms. Wolfe has expressed a determination to follow up on this.”
    Lester tried to break in during the speech, and finally got in with, “That’s not what I’m thinking. I’m not talking about the Manette case at all.”
    The lawyer stopped and asked, “Then what are you talking about?”
    “I’m talking about William Charles Aakers and Carlos Neroda Sonches,” Lester said. “Two of Dr. Wolfe’s patients…and Andi Manette’s. We were planning to ask Dr. Wolfe about these cases when Chief Davenport found out where the suspect Mail was hiding, and he had to leave. But we will come back to Dr. Wolfe on these…”
    He had two manila folders in his hands. They were empty, but a cursive feminine handwriting on the tabs said, Aakers and Sonches. He passed the folders to the lawyer.
    “What are these?” the redhead asked, looking at Wolfe.
    “Two patients,” she hissed. “This man is trying to blackmail me.”
    “I’m not trying to do anything of the sort,” Lester said. “The contents of these two files have been temporarily misplaced, due to some bureaucratic confusion with the other files in the case, but we’ll find them and continue our evaluation. We feel that there might well be cause for prosecution.”
    “What?” the attorney asked. He was looking at Lucas.
    Lucas shrugged, and Lester said, “Your client has been treating child molesters without informing the required law enforcement officials. It’s all in the records. And we’ll find these records. I’m