the front of the station with him and stood in the front door of the station and watched them get into a waiting cab. As it pulled away, Jesse took down the hack number of the cab. Then he looked at Molly.
"Jesus Christ," Molly said, and holstered her gun.
24
I T'S FUNNY," Sunny said to Dr. Silverman, as they sat in Dr. Silverman's office. "I have such conflicting emotions when I come to see you."
Dr. Silverman nodded almost imperceptibly. It was one of her nondirective "let's talk about that" signs.
"I mean, I'm hoping to get well," Sunny said. "And I'm eager to find out more about myself. But I also hate to have to face some of what I find out. And I hate to have to admit it to you."
Dr. Silverman nodded and waited.
"But besides all of those kinds of conflicting emotions," Sunny said, "I am always eager to see what you're wearing."
Dr. Silverman tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. It was her "tell me about that" sign.
"You are beautiful, of course," Sunny said. "But you are also the most perfectly pulled-together woman I've ever seen."
" 'Pulled together,' " Dr. Silverman said.
Well, Sunny thought, she remains calm in the face of praise.
"I mean, everything fits, and everything matches, and everything is appropriate," Sunny said. "It's not just pulled together. It's . . . You're very complete."
Dr. Silverman nodded and waited again.
"Or is all of that just transference?" Sunny said.
Dr. Silverman smiled.
"I hope not," she said.
Sunny laughed.
"It's not like I run around gushing to women friends about how complete they seem."
" 'Complete,' " Dr. Silverman said.
"You know, everything works. Competent. Contained. In control. The way you look is like a . . . like a symbol of how you are."
Dr. Silverman nodded. Sunny was quiet.
After a time, Dr. Silverman said, "Of course, you have no way of knowing how I am."
Sunny stared at her.
"Well," Sunny said, after a while. "I see you twice a week, and have for some time now."
"And what do we always talk about?" Dr. Silverman said.
Sunny was silent for a moment. Then she smiled slightly.
"Me," Sunny said.
Dr. Silverman nodded.
"So why have I constructed this whole portrait of you based basically on how you look."
"It might be interesting to know," Dr. Silverman said.
They sat quietly.
"Well, you are attractive," Sunny said. "And you're accomplished--you know, Harvard Ph.D. psychotherapist. Successful relationship?"
Dr. Silverman didn't answer.
"Of course," Sunny said. "It's about me, not you."
Dr. Silverman made a faint assenting movement with her head. Sunny sat back a little in her chair and looked at the ceiling while she thought.
"So why do I need you to be the woman I described?"
More silence. Then Dr. Silverman broke it.
"Do you know any women like the one you've described?" Dr. Silverman said.
"No," Sunny said. "Not really."
"Do you know anyone like that?" Dr. Silverman said. "Male or female?"
"My father," Sunny said. "And . . . I guess my ex-husband."
There was more quiet.
"My father," Sunny said. "And my ex-husband. There must be something pretty shrinky there."
Dr. Silverman nodded without exactly agreeing. Sunny never quite knew how she stayed so noncommittal.
"Are you that woman?" Dr. Silverman said.
"Me?"
Dr. Silverman nodded.
"God, no," Sunny said.
"Would you like to be that woman?" Dr. Silverman said.
Sunny looked at the ceiling some more. Then she lowered her eyes and looked at Dr. Silverman.
"Aha!" she said.
25
I TALKED to the cab company," Molly told Jesse. "They said the cabbie picked up Mr. Ognowski and his daughter-in-law in front of the Four Seasons Hotel in Boston, took them here, then back to the Four Seasons."
Jesse nodded.
"I called the hotel, and Ognowski's not registered there."
"Call around," Jesse said.
"Could be there under another name," Molly said.
Jesse nodded.
"Or he could be elsewhere and picked up a cab there because it was handy, or to confuse us."
Jesse nodded.
"I'll call around,"
"Jesus Christ," Molly said, and holstered her gun.
24
I T'S FUNNY," Sunny said to Dr. Silverman, as they sat in Dr. Silverman's office. "I have such conflicting emotions when I come to see you."
Dr. Silverman nodded almost imperceptibly. It was one of her nondirective "let's talk about that" signs.
"I mean, I'm hoping to get well," Sunny said. "And I'm eager to find out more about myself. But I also hate to have to face some of what I find out. And I hate to have to admit it to you."
Dr. Silverman nodded and waited.
"But besides all of those kinds of conflicting emotions," Sunny said, "I am always eager to see what you're wearing."
Dr. Silverman tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. It was her "tell me about that" sign.
"You are beautiful, of course," Sunny said. "But you are also the most perfectly pulled-together woman I've ever seen."
" 'Pulled together,' " Dr. Silverman said.
Well, Sunny thought, she remains calm in the face of praise.
"I mean, everything fits, and everything matches, and everything is appropriate," Sunny said. "It's not just pulled together. It's . . . You're very complete."
Dr. Silverman nodded and waited again.
"Or is all of that just transference?" Sunny said.
Dr. Silverman smiled.
"I hope not," she said.
Sunny laughed.
"It's not like I run around gushing to women friends about how complete they seem."
" 'Complete,' " Dr. Silverman said.
"You know, everything works. Competent. Contained. In control. The way you look is like a . . . like a symbol of how you are."
Dr. Silverman nodded. Sunny was quiet.
After a time, Dr. Silverman said, "Of course, you have no way of knowing how I am."
Sunny stared at her.
"Well," Sunny said, after a while. "I see you twice a week, and have for some time now."
"And what do we always talk about?" Dr. Silverman said.
Sunny was silent for a moment. Then she smiled slightly.
"Me," Sunny said.
Dr. Silverman nodded.
"So why have I constructed this whole portrait of you based basically on how you look."
"It might be interesting to know," Dr. Silverman said.
They sat quietly.
"Well, you are attractive," Sunny said. "And you're accomplished--you know, Harvard Ph.D. psychotherapist. Successful relationship?"
Dr. Silverman didn't answer.
"Of course," Sunny said. "It's about me, not you."
Dr. Silverman made a faint assenting movement with her head. Sunny sat back a little in her chair and looked at the ceiling while she thought.
"So why do I need you to be the woman I described?"
More silence. Then Dr. Silverman broke it.
"Do you know any women like the one you've described?" Dr. Silverman said.
"No," Sunny said. "Not really."
"Do you know anyone like that?" Dr. Silverman said. "Male or female?"
"My father," Sunny said. "And . . . I guess my ex-husband."
There was more quiet.
"My father," Sunny said. "And my ex-husband. There must be something pretty shrinky there."
Dr. Silverman nodded without exactly agreeing. Sunny never quite knew how she stayed so noncommittal.
"Are you that woman?" Dr. Silverman said.
"Me?"
Dr. Silverman nodded.
"God, no," Sunny said.
"Would you like to be that woman?" Dr. Silverman said.
Sunny looked at the ceiling some more. Then she lowered her eyes and looked at Dr. Silverman.
"Aha!" she said.
25
I TALKED to the cab company," Molly told Jesse. "They said the cabbie picked up Mr. Ognowski and his daughter-in-law in front of the Four Seasons Hotel in Boston, took them here, then back to the Four Seasons."
Jesse nodded.
"I called the hotel, and Ognowski's not registered there."
"Call around," Jesse said.
"Could be there under another name," Molly said.
Jesse nodded.
"Or he could be elsewhere and picked up a cab there because it was handy, or to confuse us."
Jesse nodded.
"I'll call around,"
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