was to try to hide from them and hope a quick fix with some strong drugs would help.
Marty was going for the quick fix. What am I going to do if I lose my one talent? He put in an order and hoped that this would solve his problem. God, he was sorry about his wife. He’d insulted her in a way he hated himself for. Never again, he declared, typing in his credit card details.
He had also done what he could to get rid of his disturbing client. He’d asked his PA to cancel the next session with Nick and, in fact, cancel all sessions. He told her if she re-booked him this time he’d fire her. That would do it, he thought. Refuse to see Nick, bury his head in the sand and buy Viagra for the droop. Welcome back to normality.
He smiled. He was beginning to feel himself again. He picked up a carton of cigarettes and lit one, leaning back in his leather chair. So what if he was breaking the law. It felt good. He inhaled deeply and felt the tingle of nicotine ripple through his veins. Sweet heaven!
At that moment, the door opened and Nick entered the room.
‘What the hell do you want?’
His PA ran in after him. ‘Sorry, Dr Fox, he just pushed past.’
‘I need help, Doctor. It’s urgent.’
Marty leaned forward. His problem had just come back. He waved his PA out of the office. ‘It’s okay. I’ll handle this.’
‘I need to see you, Doctor. You saw the news in the paper. Do you know what that means? You saw the photograph of the girl. Kitty Hunyardi. You must’ve thought what I thought. I’ve been terrified. Do you think I had anything to do with it?’
‘Nick, Nick,’ said Marty, taking control. ‘I reflected on our last session. Therapy needs trust and confidence and objectivity. I don’t think I can provide you with those elements. I have a list of other therapists you might want to see. I’m not a specialist in this area. They will be able to help you. Unfortunately, I can’t. I’m sorry.’
Nick was wearing a cheap suit with a faint pinstripe. He looked like he’d slept in his car or something. ‘I have to know. I have some more information for you.’
‘Information?’ said Marty. ‘What kind of information?’
‘Can I sit down?’
‘No! I told you… Nick, you’ve gotta listen…’
Nick sat. ‘I can’t tell anyone else. What I’m about to tell you, Marty, will shock you. I’ve thought about telling you before but I’ve been afraid. But we have a connection. I feel that I can tell you. I can trust you.’
‘Whatever it is, Nick, I don’t want to know. I’m not going to listen.’ Marty got up and walked to his desk. ‘This session is over. You need to leave.’
There was a silence. Marty was hoping that the lunatic would lose interest, but Nick just sat there. If he doesn’t move, thought Marty, I’ll just get up and go myself.
‘Okay, Marty, have it your way.’
‘Yeah, I will.’
Nick stood and approached Marty’s desk. He took out a photograph and laid it on the desk before Marty. It was a picture of a beautiful girl.
Marty didn’t recognize the picture. He looked at Nick. ‘What?’
‘Just after I heard about Kitty, I went home. I downloaded pictures from my camera to see some shots of my kids and I found several pictures of this girl. I’ve never seen her before.’
‘Who is she?’
‘Her name’s Rose Stanhope. That’s all I know.’
‘How do you know her name, Nick?’
‘There’s a picture of her at a conference of some kind. Her name’s on a label on her lapel. Rose Stanhope.’
‘Oh, my God,’ said Marty. ‘You think she’s next?’
‘I don’t know. I don’t know anything.’
‘Then who took the pictures?’
‘This is who Sebastian wants,’ said Nick, almost in a whisper. ‘This is his next girl. I think he scopes them and then attacks. Sebastian always sees the worst in people. He killed Kitty, what’s he going to do next? I don’t know what to think.’
Marty felt the warmth drain from his skin. ‘Hey, Nick, this has to stop. This is a fantasy you’ve got. Kitty was a coincidence. These are just photographs. You’re not a killer, you’re just disturbed. You live in a fantasy. You’re projecting your feelings into these strange murders. You’re from West Virginia, right?’
‘Yeah,’ said Nick.
‘And you were around, right, when this terrible thing happened to Chloe. Am I right?’
‘Yeah, of course.’
‘But you didn’t know Chloe yourself, did you?’
Nick thought for a moment. ‘I wasn’t lucky enough to know Chloe, not me, no. She was at my high school. In the year above.’
‘That’s right. It wasn’t you. It was someone else, wasn’t it? But for some reason, you felt guilty for it because you had a crush on her.’
‘That’s right, Doc, I did feel guilty. But it doesn’t matter. It was Sebastian who killed her.’
‘Why?’
‘Chloe was my angel. He doesn’t like me having angels. He likes to destroy them.’
‘What or who is Sebastian?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘It’s just a fantasy, Nick. You’re projecting all your fears on to this killer.’
‘I just know I’ve stood by while Sebastian has done these things. I can’t any more.’
‘No, you didn’t, Nick. You’ve just got yourself caught up in some fantasy. You need proper help. We need to get you to see Dr Bartholomew. This is a fantasy. He can help.’
‘No, it’s you I need. I’m trying to get help here. Sebastian…’
‘What?’
‘I can’t tell you any more. I don’t know any more. You can help me to stop him. Help me to stop him taking over.’
Marty’s mind was a white sheet of fear. He couldn’t think at all. He was scared for himself now. Perhaps this man had killed Kitty Hunyardi. He stared at him hard.
‘Shocking, isn’t it, Dr Fox? I’m as shocked as you. Please help me.’
‘What do you want? I can’t help. Go to the cops. You need to get yourself sectioned or locked up.’
‘I want to know what I am. I want to know why something happened to Chloe. I want to know what the hell is going on. I want it to stop.’ He pulled out an envelope and poured the contents on to the glass table. ‘A diamond necklace. I found it in my pocket. Where the hell would I get a necklace like this?’
Marty didn’t know what to think.
‘The American Devil has killed rich girls. Why do I have a rich girl’s necklace in my pocket? What am I going to do?’
‘Listen,’ Marty said, ‘we’ve got to get you some serious help.’
‘I’ll be put away for the rest of my life. Please help me.’
Nick was a pathetic, weak figure on the couch. Marty looked across. ‘Look, I can’t help you. Have you not fucking noticed? I’m a fake, a flake, a pathetic excuse for a therapist. I know nothing about how to heal people. I just talk to them. I just want an easy life. We’ll just say goodbye and forget all about it. How about that?’
‘Then Sebastian wins,’ said Nick.
Marty reached for his cigarettes and lit another. ‘I can’t help that. I really can’t.’
‘You know that those things will kill you, don’t you?’
Marty looked up at Nick. ‘Yeah, I know.’
Nick felt someone or something move within the corridors of his mind. Footsteps, heavy and distant. He was coming now. Nick looked up to Marty, his face contorted with fear. ‘He’s coming, Doctor. I can feel him.’
Nick’s voice suddenly dropped an octave and a deep baritone voice said, ‘You know what the motto of St Sebastian is, Doctor? Beauty constant under torture. Show nothing, remain beautiful, whatever the pain.’
