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prepared to move along to why they were both here. He watched as she raised herself to her full height and looked at him. He saw confidence in her steady gaze and was comforted by it.
    “I am. But before we go inside I would like to ask for the police file on the Walker double homicide. The information in the hospital file is limited. I want to understand more of what Hallie experienced. To see what she saw. Can you make that happen?”
    He frowned. He knew what was in those files and the idea of Doctor Miller reading them had all his male protective instincts rearing up.
    “I can but is this really something you need to do? Those photos aren’t for general viewing. It can give you nightmares if you let it. I wouldn’t recommend them for light reading.”
    “Your concern is noted, Detective. But I can hardly be expected to help someone with whom I can’t empathise. Please allow me access to the file.”
    Matt let out a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. He noted Natalie following the motion and wished he’d had time to have his hair cut. With his free hand he retrieved his mobile from his pocket and hit a speed dial.
    “Donovan,” was the almost instant answer.
    “Hey, it’s Murphy. I want you to get a copy of the Walker file over to Doctor Miller’s office as soon as you can,” he told her.
    “Oh, so now I’m your secretary?” was Amelia’s huffy reply.
    Matt imagined her eyes narrowing and her back stiffening. Damn, she could be so prickly at times.
    “Just do it, Donovan, and don’t argue. You can take it out of my hide later.”
    “With great pleasure, Murphy, I assure you,” Amelia purred and he already felt the bruises. “I’ll have it couriered over.”
    “Thanks.” He hung up and said to Natalie, “It’s on its way.”
    “I appreciate it. I hope I didn’t get you into trouble with your colleague?”
    He grinned. “No, Donovan’s bark is worse than her bite. She just doesn’t like being treated like a woman.”
    “Really? I kind of enjoy it, on the rare occasion. Although I can see how in her career it can be difficult.”
    “It’s more difficult on us than it is on her, I assure you. Shall we begin the interview?”
    He motioned for her to precede him as he opened the door to the interview room. He followed her into the small, almost claustrophobic room that gave him the chills. Matt had seen more accommodating cells. The walls were covered with a soft white protective padding and the room was sparsely furnished with only one rectangle table in the centre and three chairs. Two had been placed side by side opposite the third which was currently occupied.
    Hallie Walker sat quietly at the table, her hands neatly clasped together in front of her. She was a delicate girl, the table almost swallowing her up as she stared sightlessly at the wall. Her red-brown hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail and she was dressed in the blue uniform of the hospital.
    Matt’s heart sank. She had been his last hope. Every other avenue had run dry. He tried to think of what this meant to the case but all he could see in his head was twelve-year-old Hallie—feisty, determined to live and get justice for her parents. He had wanted better for the girl and felt responsible for not making more of an effort to see her over the years. Maybe he could’ve done something to help prevent this.
    “Maybe we should—” He started to tell Natalie they should just forget about it when he was interrupted by a feminine voice not belonging to the woman beside him.
    “You must be my new psychologist,” Hallie said, before turning her head. Her shrewd amber eyes assessed Natalie before they moved over to him. She gave him a quick look and seemed to discount him as unimportant.
    He was extremely relieved. He looked over at the waif of a girl, who had not quite grown into her teenager body. She was too thin, her skin much too pale and her eyes full of pain and internal suffering. If there was anyone