I took a single deep breath. 'Richard, I'd be happy to see Stacy, but before I do you need to know that the police have consulted me on Mate's murder.'
'I see… Actually, I don't. Why would they do that?'
'I've consulted to the department in the past and the primary detective is someone I've worked with. He hasn't made a specific request, just wants open-ended psychological consultation.'
'Because the sonofabitch was crazy?'
'Because the detective thinks I might be helpful-'
'Dr. Delaware, that's ambiguous to the point of meaninglessness.'
'But true,' I said, inhaling again. 'I've said nothing about having seen your family, but there may be conflict. Because they are running down the list of Mate's-'
'Victims,' he broke in. 'Please don't give me that 'travelers'bullshit.'
'The point I'm trying to make, Richard, is that the police will try to reach you. Before I go any further, I wanted to discuss it with you. I don't want you to feel there's a conflict of interest, so I called-'
'So you've found yourself in a conflictual situation and now you're trying to establish your position.'
'It's not a matter of position. It's-'
'Your sincere attempt to do the right thing. Fine, I accept that. In my business we call it due diligence. What's your plan?'
'Now that you've called and asked me to see Stacy again, I'll bow off Mate.'
'Why?'
'She's an ongoing patient, continuing as consultant is not an option.'
'What reason will you give the police?'
'There'll be no need to explain, Richard. One thing, though: the police may learn about our relationship anyway. These things have a way of getting out.'
'Well, that's fine,' he said. 'Don't keep any secrets on my account. In fact, when they do get hold of me, I'll inform them myself that Stacy's seen you. What's to hide? Caring father obtains help for suffering children? Even better, go ahead and tell them yourself.'
He chuckled. 'Guess it's fortunate that I do have an alibi-you know what, Doctor? Bring the police on. I'll be happy to tell them how I feel about the sonofabitch. Tell them there's nothing I'd like better than to dance on the sonofabitch's grave. And don't even think about giving up your consultant money, Dr. Delaware. Far be it for me to reduce your income in the HMO age. Keep right on working with the cops. In fact, I'd prefer that.'
'Why?'
'Who knows, maybe you'll be able to dig around in the sonofabitch's life, uncover some dirt that tells the world what he really was.'
'Richard-'
'I know. You'll be discreet about anything you find, discretion's your middle name and all that. But everything goes into the police file and the police have big mouths. So it'll come out… I like it, Dr. Delaware. By working for them you'll be doing double duty for me. Now, when can I bring Stacy by?'
I made an appointment for the next morning and hung up feeling as if I'd stood on the bow of a small boat during a typhoon.
Half a year had passed since I'd spoken to Richard Doss, but nothing had changed about the way we interacted. No reason for it to be any different. Richard hadn't changed, that had never been his goal.
One of the first things he'd let me know was that he despised Mate. When Mate's murder had flashed on the tube, my initial thought had been: Richard went after him.
After hearing the details of the murder, I felt better. The butchery didn't seem like Richard's style. Though how sure of that could I be? Richard hadn't disclosed any more about himself than he'd wanted to.
In control, always in control. One of those people who crowds every room he enters. Maybe that had been part of what led his wife to seek out Eldon Mate.
The referral had come from a family-court judge I'd worked with named Judy Manitow. The message her clerk left was brief: a neighbor had died, leaving behind a seventeen-year-old daughter who could use some counseling.
I called back, hesitant. I take very few therapy cases, stay away from long-termers, and this didn't sound like a quickie. But I'd worked well with Judy Manitow. She was smart, if authoritarian, seemed to care about kids. I phoned her chambers and she picked up herself.
'Can't promise you it'll be brief,' she admitted.
'Though Stacy's always impressed me as a solid kid, no obvious problems. At least until now.'
'How did her mother die?'
'Horribly. Lingering illness-severe deterioration. She was only forty-three.'
'What kind of illness?'
'She was never really diagnosed, Alex. The actual cause of death was suicide. Her name was Joanne Doss. Maybe you read about her? It happened three months ago. She was one of Dr. Mate's… I guess you couldn't call her a patient. Whatever he calls them.'
'Travelers,' I said. 'No, I didn't read about it.'
'It wasn't much of a story,' she said. 'Back of the Westside supplement. Now that they don't prosecute Mate, guess he doesn't get prime coverage. I knew Joanne for a long time. Since we had our first babies. We did Mommy and Me together, preschool, the works. Went through it twice, had kids the same years. My Allison and her Eric, then Becky and Stacy. Becky and Stacy used to hang out. Sweet kid, she always seemed… grounded. So maybe she won't need long-term therapy, just a few sessions of grief work. You used to do that, right? Working on the cancer wards at Western Pediatrics?'
'Years ago,' I said. 'What I did there was mostly the reverse. Trying to help parents who'd lost kids. But sure, I've worked with all kinds of bereavement.'
'Good,' she said. 'I just felt it was my duty because I know the family and Stacy seems to be a little depressed- how couldn't she be? I know you'll like her. And I do think you'll find the family interesting.'
'Interesting,' I said. 'Scariest word in the English language.'
She laughed. 'Like someone trying to fix you up with an ugly blind date. 'Is he cute?' 'Well, he's interesting.'
That's not what I meant, Alex. The Dosses are smart, just about the brightest bunch I've ever met. Individuals, each of them-one thing I promise you, you won't be bored. Joanne earned two PhDs. First in English from Stanford, she'd already gotten an appointment as a lecturer at the U. when they moved to L.A. She switched gears suddenly, enrolled as a student, took science courses when she was pregnant with Eric. She ended up getting a doctorate in microbiology, was hired by the U. to do research. Before she got sick, she ran her own lab. Richard's a self-made millionaire. Stanford undergrad and MBA. He and Bob were in the same fraternity. He buys distressed properties, fixes them up, develops. Bob says he's amassed a fortune. Eric's one of those extreme geniuses, won awards in everything-academics, sports, you name it, a fireball. Stacy never seemed to have his confidence. More… internal. So it makes sense she'd be the one hit hardest by Joanne's death. Being a daughter, too. Mothers and daughters have something special.'
She paused. 'I've gone on a bit, haven't I? I guess it's because I really like the family. Also, to be honest, I've put myself in a spot. Because Richard was resistant to the idea of therapy. I had to work on him a bit to get him to agree. It was Bob who finally got through. He and Richard play tennis at the Cliffside; last week Richard mentioned to Bob that Stacy's grades had slipped, she seemed more tired than usual, did he have a recommendation for vitamins. Bob told him he was being a damn fool, Stacy didn't need vitamins, she needed counseling, he'd better get his own act in gear.'
'Tough love,' I said. 'Must have been some tennis game.'
'I'm sure it was testosterone at its finest. I love my guy, but he's not a master of subtlety. Anyway, it worked. Richard agreed. So, if you could see Stacy, it would help me not look like a complete idiot.'
'Sure, Judy.'
'Thank you, Alex. There'll certainly be no problem paying the bills. Richard's doing great financially.'
'What about emotionally?'
'To tell the truth, he seems fine there, too. Not that he'd ever show it. He did have time to adjust, because Joanne was sick for over a year… Alex, I've never seen such a negative transformation. She gave up her career,
