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call me Anthony, if you prefer that.”
    â€œI’m a psychologist, Detective Walker. People come to see me with problems of one kind or another.”
    â€œFair enough. Putting aside her usual problems, then, did you notice anything out of the ordinary in Mrs. Knoebel’s behavior the last time you saw her?”
    Randi Conway stood up and walked to the window overlooking the town’s main street. She watched the morning traffic crawl by as she recalled the scuffle between Elizabeth and Fran. She also thought about some of the many other things she could tell him about Elizabeth. “I would like to help you, Detective, I really would.” She turned from the window and faced him again. “As you know, whatever my patients discuss with me is strictly confidential. Elizabeth’s death doesn’t change that.”
    â€œLook, Doctor, would you mind sitting? I have trouble with people talking down to me.” Walker smiled in apology. “Must be some sort of hang-up I should look into. What do you think?”
    Randi returned to her chair without answering.
    â€œThanks,” Walker said. “You do a lot of marriage counseling, that right?”
    â€œThat’s the basis of my practice, yes.”
    â€œYour specialty is working with couples—talk with them about their relationships, their personal lives, deal with their children, all that?”
    â€œYou’ve come here prepared, Detective.”
    â€œIt’s my job. Sorry.”
    â€œYou should never apologize for doing your job well.”
    Walker grinned. “Is that free professional advice?”
    â€œCall it an observation.”
    â€œThat’s all I’m asking for. Some observations about Mrs. Knoebel.”
    â€œNo, in her case you’re asking me for specific information about a patient.”
    â€œFormer patient.”
    Randi shook her head slowly.
    â€œYou say the last time you saw her was in the group?”
    â€œRight.”
    â€œWas that a regular meeting?”
    â€œThat group usually meets on Monday. I occasionally saw Elizabeth for private counseling.”
    â€œNo regular date for that?”
    â€œIt varied. Some of my patients need flexibility in their appointments.”
    â€œMrs. Knoebel worked, did she?”
    â€œShe was a freelance software consultant. But I assume you knew that already.”
    â€œDid you ever see Mrs. Knoebel anywhere else?”
    â€œBesides my office, you mean?”
    â€œYes, anywhere else.”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œNever saw her socially?”
    â€œNever. She was my patient.”
    â€œNever ran into her on the street, in a grocery store, nothing like that?”
    â€œNot that I can recall.”
    â€œIt’s a small town, Doc.”
    â€œIf I see a patient on the street, I generally head in the other direction. Protects their privacy, avoids embarrassment.”
    â€œShe ever phone you?”
    â€œCertainly, from time to time.”
    â€œWould she talk about her problems or would she just call to make appointments?”
    â€œFrom time to time patients call to talk things over.”
    â€œShe call at your office? Your home?”
    â€œMy office. I also have a line for patients to call me at home in the event of an emergency.”
    â€œWhat about Mrs. Knoebel? She ever have an emergency?”
    â€œI can’t recall Elizabeth ever telephoning me at home.”
    â€œDid you speak to her at any time after Monday’s group meeting?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œDid she ever mention that she was having an extramarital affair?”
    Randi frowned. “Come on, Detective. You can do better than that.”
    Walker offered another smile. “Just doing my job. You said you can’t blame me for that.”
    â€œNo, I said you shouldn’t apologize for doing your job well.”
    Walker sat back and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. “No offense, Doc, but this isn’t a whole