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to meet with her. That badge should give you easy access in and out of here.”
I all I could really do was nod numbly. How could I refuse?
“Should we say ten o’clock then?” It wasn’t a question as much as a statement.
“Yes, sir,” I couldn’t help answering.
“Get some sleep then,” he directed as Logan and I rose to our feet and exited the room, “I need you at the top of your game tomorrow. It might be another long day.”
I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that.
Dragging myself into bed that night, I didn’t want to think about the patrol car outside my apartment thanks to Logan. He still didn’t want to let his guard down until Lisbeth was sighted again.
So many thoughts kept cycling through my head. So much had happened the last few days. Everything in my life, it seemed, had been turned upside down. I couldn’t take it all in. There were so many conflicting emotions running through me I couldn’t even identify them all.
One stark reality hit me though. T omorrow was going to be my first official day as a FBI consultant.
What have I gotten myself into?
Chapter Eighteen
Dr. Madeline Reynolds was a tiny woman, not even five feet tall. She wore her straight hair in an A line and it was five shades of blonde, brown and everything in between. She wore thick-framed rectangular glasses with jewels at the hinges. Her conservative black pant suit had a dash of color with a ruby red blouse underneath.
Logan introduced us as I came into the briefing room the next morning. She was pouring over several books, piles of papers in neat stacks and Lisbeth’s medical file I had already gone through the day before. A laptop sat on the desk before her, an online medical journal was on the screen. She hardly looked up at the introduction.
“Caitlyn, this is Dr. Madeline Reynolds, a forensic psychologist with the FBI,” Logan began .
“Call me Dr. Reynolds,” she extended a hand of introduction without glancing my way. Logan and I exchanged a look that she didn’t see. He raised an eyebrow at her formality. “I should have been here yesterday, I know,” she was speaking more to the papers in her hand than to me, “but they had a bomb threat from a passenger at the airport in Atlanta. They wanted me to interview the suspect once he was in custody. He was a paranoid schizophrenic off his meds, poor thing. ”
I sat down in the same chair I had occupied most of the day before. I looked up at the board before me and all the detailed information I had tried to gather about Lisbeth and the family. Logan walked away to go speak with Detective Hammond and his police chief.
“Now, since I received the call from Field Director Phillip I’ve been doing extensive research on Dissociative Identity Disorder. I will admit that it’s rare and I have little personal experience with the disorder, but the American Journal of Psychiatry outlines everything well enough.” She glanced up just long enough for me to see her light brown eyes behind her glasses. “Actually,” she pulled back the sleeve of her jacket to look at an expensive women’s watch, “I know Director Phillips set up this meeting with you this morning, but I took the liberty of making an appointment with Dr. Martin Ross, Elizabeth Marshall’s attending physician, in a little more than an hour from now. I really do need to leave right away to make the drive down to Provo.”
She clicked her laptop shut and started putting it in her traveling case. I sat there quietly and watched as she gathered her books together and rearranged her papers into more neat piles.
She had already dismissed me.
I sat thoughtfully for a moment, debating with myself about whether or not I should warn her about Dr. Ross. Who knows, maybe he would be more helpful to her than I would be. Perhaps she was just
I all I could really do was nod numbly. How could I refuse?
“Should we say ten o’clock then?” It wasn’t a question as much as a statement.
“Yes, sir,” I couldn’t help answering.
“Get some sleep then,” he directed as Logan and I rose to our feet and exited the room, “I need you at the top of your game tomorrow. It might be another long day.”
I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that.
Dragging myself into bed that night, I didn’t want to think about the patrol car outside my apartment thanks to Logan. He still didn’t want to let his guard down until Lisbeth was sighted again.
So many thoughts kept cycling through my head. So much had happened the last few days. Everything in my life, it seemed, had been turned upside down. I couldn’t take it all in. There were so many conflicting emotions running through me I couldn’t even identify them all.
One stark reality hit me though. T omorrow was going to be my first official day as a FBI consultant.
What have I gotten myself into?
Chapter Eighteen
Dr. Madeline Reynolds was a tiny woman, not even five feet tall. She wore her straight hair in an A line and it was five shades of blonde, brown and everything in between. She wore thick-framed rectangular glasses with jewels at the hinges. Her conservative black pant suit had a dash of color with a ruby red blouse underneath.
Logan introduced us as I came into the briefing room the next morning. She was pouring over several books, piles of papers in neat stacks and Lisbeth’s medical file I had already gone through the day before. A laptop sat on the desk before her, an online medical journal was on the screen. She hardly looked up at the introduction.
“Caitlyn, this is Dr. Madeline Reynolds, a forensic psychologist with the FBI,” Logan began .
“Call me Dr. Reynolds,” she extended a hand of introduction without glancing my way. Logan and I exchanged a look that she didn’t see. He raised an eyebrow at her formality. “I should have been here yesterday, I know,” she was speaking more to the papers in her hand than to me, “but they had a bomb threat from a passenger at the airport in Atlanta. They wanted me to interview the suspect once he was in custody. He was a paranoid schizophrenic off his meds, poor thing. ”
I sat down in the same chair I had occupied most of the day before. I looked up at the board before me and all the detailed information I had tried to gather about Lisbeth and the family. Logan walked away to go speak with Detective Hammond and his police chief.
“Now, since I received the call from Field Director Phillip I’ve been doing extensive research on Dissociative Identity Disorder. I will admit that it’s rare and I have little personal experience with the disorder, but the American Journal of Psychiatry outlines everything well enough.” She glanced up just long enough for me to see her light brown eyes behind her glasses. “Actually,” she pulled back the sleeve of her jacket to look at an expensive women’s watch, “I know Director Phillips set up this meeting with you this morning, but I took the liberty of making an appointment with Dr. Martin Ross, Elizabeth Marshall’s attending physician, in a little more than an hour from now. I really do need to leave right away to make the drive down to Provo.”
She clicked her laptop shut and started putting it in her traveling case. I sat there quietly and watched as she gathered her books together and rearranged her papers into more neat piles.
She had already dismissed me.
I sat thoughtfully for a moment, debating with myself about whether or not I should warn her about Dr. Ross. Who knows, maybe he would be more helpful to her than I would be. Perhaps she was just
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