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Of course, she needed more information. Perhaps she was jumping to conclusions, but these three cases didn’t sound like a serial killer who happened to single out priests because he was trying to make some crazy religious statement. Instead, Maggie couldn’t help wondering if someone had taken it upon himself to carry out his own brand of justice. Because a single stab wound to the chest and through the heart sounded more like an execution.
CHAPTER 37
Washington, D.C.
Gwen finally conceded defeat, allowing the voice-messaging service to start answering the phone and collecting the messages. Besides, after Benny Hassert’s call, telling her that he couldn’t match the fingerprints from the manila envelope to those on the water glass, she didn’t want to talk to anyone else. Had she been wrong about Rubin Nash? Or had he simply been more careful than she anticipated? He could have delivered the envelope without getting his fingerprints on it, but it would be tricky. She was too exhausted to think about it.
Even letting the voice-messaging service answer the calls still meant the phone had to ring. It was beginning to wear on her nerves. It didn’t help matters that each ring startled Harvey from his sleep. He’d get up and pace, following her even after she commanded him to stay. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He did stay once or twice, but looked absolutely miserable doing so, as if she was asking him to do something totally contrary to his nature. At the rate she was going she’d never get any of her work done, and Harvey would never get any of his required naps. It was a good thing she didn’t have appointments on Mondays.
She had called and left several messages for Dena at her apartment and on her cell phone. Gwen’s first thought was that she had decided to take off with her new beau. She had been irritated, but more with herself than with Dena. After all, why did she seem to have such a knack for hiring irresponsible young women? No that wasn’t fair. Their chance meeting at Mr. Lee’s World Market Saturday evening had been awkward. Dena had appeared…flustered, anxious, but what young woman wouldn’t, running into her boss when she was in the middle of preparing for a romantic evening? And despite Dena’s occasional faux pas at work, Gwen could hardly call her irresponsible.
That’s why she had started to get concerned. Was the girl hurt? Had there been a family emergency? Gwen was beginning to regret not even knowing if Dena had a roommate or any family close by. If something had happened, who would she contact?
It was a recent necessity, the vow to adopt a policy of not getting involved with her hired staff. Past assistants had milked her for advice and free diagnosis as if both should be a part of every psychologist’s employee benefits plan. It wasn’t doling out free advice that bothered Gwen. It was, instead, the emotional drain of being dragged into the chaos of their lives.
One assistant had gotten Gwen to act as a mediator between her and her ex-husband during their custody battle, then to evaluate the children’s mental and emotional capacity to testify at the trial that followed. Another had Gwen appealing to the state’s parole board on her brother’s behalf. Still another pleaded with Gwen to convince her elderly mother that it was time to give up her home and independence for the security of an assisted-living facility. That was the one that broke the camel’s back, when Gwen discovered her assistant and the man she was living with had moved into the mother’s home, instead of selling it—as they had agreed—to pay for her mother’s care. It was one thing to be taken advantage of, quite another thing to be taken for a fool.
Sometimes Gwen wondered if it wasn’t one of the hazards of not having a family of her own, to constantly be drawn into the lives of the people around her. She had purposely never returned to Manhattan to establish a practice, lest she forever be destined to follow in her father’s footsteps and live