Colin stuck his head around the door. ‘Ren — that meeting with the AUSA’s canceled.’
Ren covered the phone. ‘Wait. I’m nearly done.’
Colin shrugged. ‘Gary just called.’
‘But, we’ve come all this way-’
‘Don’t look at me,’ said Colin.
‘Sorry, Glenn, I’m back,’ said Ren. ‘Are you looking at the people running these asylum “fan” sites, or posting on them?’
‘Yup,’ said Glenn.
‘If you need any extra eyes on that, let me know,’ said Ren.
‘What do you make of the drawing?’ said Glenn.
‘That’s one freaky little monkey,’ said Ren.
‘Is it a see-no-evil hear-no-evil thing?’ said Glenn.
‘I don’t know,’ said Ren. ‘I’d like to think about it some more. My phone’s ringing, Glenn, I have to take this. It’s Gary.’
‘Sure, go ahead,’ said Glenn. ‘Thanks for all this, Ren.’
‘I’ll keep you posted.’ Ren switched calls.
‘How are you doing?’ said Gary.
‘I’m good, but …’
‘But?’ said Gary.
‘Colin just told me the meeting’s canceled-’
‘Yes,’ said Gary. ‘Nothing we can do about that. What time is it?’
‘Now?’ said Ren. ‘Twelve thirty.’
‘OK — you should be able to make that appointment,’ said Gary.
‘What appointment?’
‘Same as it always has been, Ren. One p.m. No change …’
‘Just checking,’ said Ren. She paused. ‘I’ve no car.’
‘Grab a cab.’
‘OK.’
24
Dr Leonard Lone was in his early fifties, sitting in an office that appeared to have been designed in the decade leading up to his birth.
Dr Lone sat cross-legged in a chair beside his desk. He was dressed in a mauve shirt, a pale green round- necked sweater, ghostly blue slim-fit jeans, and beige sandals with thick gray woolen socks. He pointed Ren toward a seat two feet in front of his.
Ren pictured a website of psychiatrists, like a shopping website, where the images sped across the screen, and you could stop briefly and click on an image to get a closer look. She would have scrolled past the priestly Dr Leonard Lone. He smacked of downplaying your sexual exploits.
Ren wondered whether psychiatrists could tell how quickly she summed them up. Or if they cared. It averaged two minutes, but she always stayed for the full session to have her mind changed. She wondered if psychiatrists also noticed when they didn’t click, and did they hope she wouldn’t come back.
‘Hello, Agent Bryce …’ he said, reaching out to shake her hand.
‘Ren is fine,’ she said.
‘And
‘I’m … OK,’ said Ren.
‘So,’ said Dr Lone. ‘I’ve gone through your file, and … well, you’re obviously an FBI Agent. That must be quite a challenge.’
‘It can be,’ said Ren.
Dr Lone waited. ‘So, tell me how is everything at work right now?’
‘You’re smiling,’ said Dr Lone. ‘That must be a good sign.’
Dr Lone tilted his head. ‘How are you coping with the loss of your last psychiatrist?’
‘Have you had any grief counseling?’ said Dr Lone.
‘No,’ said Ren.
‘Maybe that’s something you could look at,’ said Dr Lone. ‘Along with your visits to me.’
‘So … what do you hope to gain from coming to see me?’ said Dr Lone.
‘Do you feel that you’re here under duress?’ said Dr Lone.
Ren paused.
Dr Lone nodded. ‘It’s a condition of your employment that you are under a psychiatrist’s care, isn’t that right?’
‘Yes,’ said Ren.
‘Well, maybe that’s all this is …’ said Dr Lone. ‘A formality. To keep your boss happy.’
‘What are your concerns about coming here?’ said Dr Lone.
‘We’ve only just met,’ said Dr Lone. ‘I won’t be handing you a prescription today.’
‘And … any other day?’ said Ren.
‘I don’t necessarily believe in medication,’ said Dr Lone.
‘Why do you think I would medicate you?’ said Dr Lone. ‘If everything is fine.’
‘Everything’s great,’ said Ren. ‘Really good. I’m getting a lot done.’
Dr Lone nodded. ‘And are you getting much sleep?’
‘How many hours are you getting each night?’ said Dr Lone.