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involved,” Tatum said. “I’ve already told Cindy about it. I’ve been working with the police on the case. They got a court order to release Sedgwick’s patient records, at least those that involved females. You might recall that bystanders said the car that hit him was driven by a blond woman. Anyway, I went through Sedgwick’s records and came up with a possible suspect. I went to interview her with a couple of detectives. You might know her, Mac. She worked at GW’s law school in admissions. Sheila Klaus.”
    Annabel drew in a deep breath. “Of course we remember her. Sheila and I became friends when she was at the university. We were in a book group together.”
    â€œAnd I remember her,” Mac said. “A nice lady. I was sorry when she left GW.”
    â€œShe left on a disability,” Tatum said, “but I’ve never learned what that disability was.”
    â€œI don’t know,” Smith said.
    â€œAt any rate,” Tatum continued, “the police have really focused in on her as a suspect in the Sedgwick murder.” He looked at both Mac and Annabel before adding, “And it was murder no matter what weapon was used. In this case it was a white Buick Regal. The police have found the car and have gone over it. When I accompanied the detectives to talk with her, she lied about certain things regarding her relationship with Sedgwick. Those lies don’t help her cause.”
    â€œI’m sorry to hear that,” said Smith. “Do you agree with the police that she’s the one who drove the car?”
    â€œBased upon the circumstantial evidence, yes. But there’s something about her that bothers me.”
    â€œWhat’s that?” Annabel asked.
    â€œI almost get the feeling that she believes the lies she told. I mean, there’s no doubt that she was involved with Sedgwick outside of the usual doctor-patient relationship. She denies it, but there are records that nail it down.”
    â€œMind a question?” Smith said.
    â€œOf course not.”
    â€œWhy are you telling us this?”
    Tatum broke into a wide grin. “Ah, the attorney’s mind at work,” he said. “Okay, here’s why I bring it up. She needs legal advice, Mac. The police haven’t formally charged her yet, but I think they’re close to it. My hunch is that she doesn’t realize the trouble she’s in and will blunder into incriminating herself.”
    â€œWhy do you feel that way?” Annabel asked.
    Tatum held up his hands. “Let me explain,” he said. “I don’t want to come off as practicing some form of pop psychology, but I did spend time with her, not as a patient in any formal sense but enough to form some conclusions.”
    â€œYou checked her eye roll,” Smith said lightly.
    Tatum nodded.
    â€œHe’s always checking eye rolls,” Cindy said lightly, too.
    â€œAnd Sheila Klaus is a Dionysian,” Annabel surmised.
    Like Mac, she’d been educated by Tatum in the HIP developed by Tatum’s onetime teacher, Herbert Spiegel. They’d spent an evening together at the apartment when Tatum had explained the theories behind Dr. Spiegel’s groundbreaking work and its importance to medicine. It was determined that night that both Annabel and Mac were Odysseans—sort of in the middle—with Annabel leaning toward Dionysian (more pliable) and Mac more Apollonian in his hardwiring (more head oriented). It was a fascinating experience that Mac and Annabel often talked about.
    Tatum continued. “There are notations in her file that indicate that Sedgwick had done a HIP on her. His findings go hand in hand with her extreme eye roll.” He paused as his mind shifted gears. “You remember that panel I was on last year sponsored by Justice that looked into false confessions, people who confessed to crimes they hadn’t committed?”
    â€œSure I do,”