Dr. Max Hastings
AFTER
“And how did she seem, the first time you met?”
“Who?”
Dr. Jones almost smiles. She’s coming to like this cat and mouse game more than she wants to let on. “Laurel. Who else?”
“Young. She seemed very young.”
Her eyes shift. “How so?”
“In an inexperienced kind of way. She was very unsure of herself.”
“In other words, she was in over her head.”
“That’s one way to put it.”
Dr. Jones fixes her beady little eyes on me intensely. It’s nice to get a reaction out of her. These days, it is one of the few things that gives me even a hint of satisfaction. Otherwise, she just blends in with the bland, gray jailhouse walls, like everything else. “I’m specifically referring to the first time the two of you met at the Belmond, Dr. Hastings. How was she?”
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