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telling you. After I convinced
her that my oath of patient/client confidentiality was more
important to me than my relationship with you she decided to just
tell you herself.”
    Black felt a bit hurt. The fact that she didn’t want
to tell him made him feel like maybe what he thought they shared
was all in his mind. “Why didn’t she want to tell me?”
    “I don’t know, Black. I can only guess. Most rape
victims feel so many different emotions. She may have felt as
though you thought she caused this or, since she feels dirty all of
the time from being violated, she may think that you view her as
being dirty… as though she asked for this to happen to her. Shit,
maybe she didn’t want you to view her differently.”
    “Well I don’t. I would never.”
    “Really, Black?”
    He angled his body so that he was facing her. “You
think I would?”
    “I might be the wrong person to be asking
this…but…yeah…I see how you look at her… like she’s your teenage
daughter who has had her heart broken by her boyfriend and you’re
ready to beat the boy up.”
    He turned back around and closed his eyes.
    She laughed. “Don’t pout.”
    “I’m not. Maybe you’re right. How am I supposed to
behave?”
    “I’m not telling you not to be angry. Anger is a
natural response, but be mindful of your boundaries and give her
time. If you two are as close as you think you are she will open up
to you when she is ready.”
    “Thanks, Baby Love. Why are you so good to me?”
    “I ask God that every minute of every day, my
Cariño.”
    ***
     
    Waeltz stood in the cozy den surrounded by war
memorabilia. The walls were of a wooden foundation, the furniture
soft leather, and bookshelves aligned the walls stuffed with books
about strategy. Waeltz thumbed through the collection. Some he’d
read, some he hadn’t. There was Sun Tzu’s The Art of War, Robert
Greene’s The 48 Laws of Power, and Che Guerra’s journals to books
written about General Patton, and General Albert C. Wedemeyer. The
smell of fifty year old cognac and Marlboro filled the small room.
He’d spent many days in this room hiding under the desk in the dark
with a flashlight reading books. It was his secret fort when he
didn’t want to hear the screams. His mom always told him that he
wasn’t hurting her, that it was just something that grownups did
and he would understand when he was older. He’d wanted to believe
his mother but the scars on her wrist and legs made it hard to. It
wasn’t until his mother passed and he went away to live with his
father that he finally understood and stopped hating Witherspoon.
He learned that his mother wasn’t being hurt. She was just a freak.
She and Witherspoon were into really deep, dark sex. Witherspoon
had kept contact with him over the years and was the main influence
on him becoming a cop. No one knew of their past. Waeltz knew that
Witherspoon was pissed about the way everything went down. That’s
why he was there to see how he could help with the situation.
    The truth was that Waeltz admired Witherspoon. He
felt a sense of pride looking at the older man sitting behind his
desk. A framed picture of General Robert E. Lee hung behind him on
the wall. He was prepared to do whatever he needed to help clear
his name even if it meant risking his career.
    “I had to do it like this, sir,” Waeltz
explained.
    “Did you now?”
    “Yes, sir. I couldn’t warn you. I didn’t know what
you would do. You may have—”
    “Ran?” Witherspoon asked cutting him off
midsentence.
    Waeltz cleared his throat.
    Witherspoon continued. “You think I’m guilty.”
    Waeltz remained silent.
    Witherspoon spoke again. “It’s alright if you doubt
my innocence. Just stand there and be a man and say it to my
face.”
    “Truth is, sir… I don’t know.”
    “I won’t go down without a fight.”
    Waeltz approached his desk and pressed both balled
up fists down onto the oak making sure the chief had his direct
attention. He stared