Below desk level, Susan turned the palm of her left hand toward me.
'When you are ready with the truth,' Susan said, 'I am here.'
'I won't be back,' Felton said. 'You'll never humiliate me again. I'll get out of here and you and him can fuck on the couch over there like two dogs for all I care.'
He turned and walked out the door into the waiting room. Hawk was leaning against the wall by the exit door. His eyes stayed on Felton without expression as Felton went to the door, opened it, went into the front hall and out the front door. Hawk went after him.
I closed the door.
Susan looked at me for a moment and began to cry, first a sniffle, then steadily, and then, head down on the desk, shoulders shaking. I started toward her and stopped, and knew something I didn't know how I knew, and waited quietly while she cried, and didn't touch her.
Susan took about ten minutes to get back together. [ 'Sorry about the tears,' she said. I 'Don't blame you,' I said. 'What you had to do was brutal.'
'We're convinced he murdered four women,' Susan said. 'I doubt that he could stop himself, and I fear he won't be able to stop himself again.
But that is little consolation to the four women, and the people that survived them.'
'Hawk's behind him,' I said.
'What if Felton loses him?'
'He won't. Hawk doesn't have to be circumspect. He doesn't have to keep from being spotted. He can walk along in Felton's shirt. He won't lose him.'
'We can't let him kill someone else,' Susan said.
'I know,' I said. I took the phone off her desk and called Quirk at home. His wife answered and in a moment Quirk came on.
'Felton's it, the security guard from Charlestown,' I said.
'You sure?'
'I'm sure. I can't prove it, but I know it.'
'Where is he now?' Quirk said.
'Just left Susan's office with Hawk behind him. Felton knows we know.
Susan dropped him from therapy, he's in a lavender funk.'
'I'll get Belson,' Quirk said. 'We'll see if we can pick him up at his home. You at Susan's?'
'Yeah.'
'Stay there, I'll check with you in a while.'
'I'll be here,' I said.
We hung up.
'Quirk and Belson are going to join Hawk behind Felton,' I said. 'Then there will be three people on his tail and they can relieve each other.'
'Until when?'
'Until we figure out a way to prove what he did,' I said. 'Then Quirk can arrest him and he's off the street.'
'What if we can't prove it?'
'Eventually he has to be out of circulation,' I said.
'You mean you will kill him, or Hawk will,' Susan said.
'Quirk might,' I said. 'He can't be left loose.'
'I know he is the killer.'
'Yeah,' I said.
'We must think of a way to catch him.'
'Well,' I said. 'I'm not letting you out of my sight until we do, so let's begin. What about your other patients?'
'I cancelled my appointments for the rest of the day,' Susan said.
'You want some lunch,' I said.
'Yes,' Susan said, 'and probably two stiff drinks.'
We went upstairs and I stirred up two vodka martinis with very little vermouth. Susan plunked three cocktail olives into a glass and I poured the martini over them. Susan picked up the glass, looked at it for a moment, and drank maybe a third of it in one swallow.
Susan's refrigerator was under the counter, and what it lacked in height it lacked also in width. I sat on my
