feeling before the verdict came in.
His gut had deserted him. He shoved the drawer shut and dropped into a leather chair that rocked backward.
He couldn’t ask Maria if she was a liar. He had her reply. Couldn’t ask her clients. He didn’t know who they were, and how could he trust their answers?
He spun his chair to face the window and the snow that had blanketed the courthouse square.
Wait a minute. He knew someone whose teenage son had seen Maria.
Jake picked up his phone and dialed Aidan Nikolas. A businessman and a friend of Jake’s since he’d moved to Honesty, Aidan had mentioned that Maria was his stepson’s therapist. She’d also worked for Aidan when he’d still lived in D.C.
Aidan answered his cell, out of breath. Behind his harried hello, a voice on an airport PA system called all passengers to board.
“Jake? I only have a second. What can I do for you?”
A second? He resisted a damn-near compulsion to back down and hang up. “I have some questions about Dr. Keaton.”
“Maria? She’s great. Remember when Eli was so depressed? He depended on her, and he still sees her occasionally for what she calls refreshers.”
“What kind of refresher? Why would she insist on seeing a kid after he was well?” Jake felt dirty and angry. He got himself under control. “Why should he still need her?”
“Insist? Did I say that? What are you talking about?”
“Just getting a little information. Why does she still see Eli?”
“He tried to commit suicide a year and a half ago, and he’s in the midst of adolescence. He’ll talk to her, even when he clams up on Beth and me.”
“Okay, but why doesn’t she wait for you to call her?”
“Sometimes she does, but depression doesn’t make a kid instinctively ask for help.”
“And she worked for you in Washington?”
The phone filled with airport noise. “What is this?” Aidan asked. “You heard that I had to fire her?”
“What?” The room closed in.
“Why are you butting into Maria’s business? Is something wrong with Leila?”
“It’s not Leila, but I need information.”
“Maria’s testifying in the Griff Butler case. What’s gone wrong?” Again, the PA voice demanded that passengers board. “Jake, did you just ease me into saying something I shouldn’t have about Maria?”
“Like what?” The years that had passed since he’d done investigative work had made him clumsy. Inconvenient attraction to Maria had nothing to do with his heavy hands.
“She does not lie. Is that what you’re asking me?”
To hell with subtlety. “The defendant made troubling accusations.”
“You mean, the guy who confessed he’d killed his parents and then decided he hadn’t?”
“The guy’s a sixteen-year-old kid.”
“Who shot both his parents in cold blood.”
“You believe her? I guess that’s an answer.” Jake took solace in the familiar law books, stacked wall to wall in his office. Nothing came before justice. Not even his own need to believe that Maria was not the woman Griff Butler and Buck Collier had painted her in that courtroom. “Why’d you fire her?”
“I’m not supposed to—”
“I have to know, Aidan.”
Heavy silence stretched between them. Jake let it go on. Aidan would answer if he kept quiet.
“I was fixing problems before they started. When I hired her, there had been several incidences of office rage in the news, and investments are high pressure at the best of times. We tried her out as someone the staff could talk to, but I have a company full of corporate types. Maria encouraged them to relax, rather than stress. That didn’t work with my people. They thrive on structure. When she left, it was more mutual than me firing her.”
“I’m not prying into your company’s business, but did she ever do anything you considered inappropriate?”
“Inappropriate? What the hell are you talking about? What’s Maria done?”
“You’re quick to assume she has done something. I thought you trusted her.” Man, he felt like a jerk. He’d rather not help Griff and Buck ruin Maria’s reputation, but what could he do, short of getting the cops to plant some undercover “client” in her office?
“I’ve known you for two years. You don’t jump to conclusions without evidence.”
“I don’t know what to—” In the background, a man spoke Aidan’s name. What the hell? There was no time. “You’re going to hear this anyway. Griff Butler says he and Dr. Keaton had an affair.”
This time, the silence from Aidan’s end of the phone damn near blew out Jake’s eardrum.
“Not a chance,” the other man finally said.
“Because you don’t want to think she might have hurt Eli?”
“She’s a beautiful woman and Eli’s a teenage boy. He developed a crush on her when he began to feel better. If she’d done anything to encourage it, Beth and I would have taken him to someone else and reported her. Maria pretended it wasn’t happening, and she kept working with him until he saw her as his doctor again.”
“She might have been oblivious with Eli. He’s younger than Griff.”
“Do you know what you’re suggesting? That she preys on certain victims?”
“I’m not.” He was. He had to, but—“It kills me to ruin someone’s career like this because of assumptions that might be lies.”
“Don’t kid yourself. You wouldn’t just be ruining her career—you’d be ruining her life. And don’t move on this until I get back.”
“What can you do for her, Aidan? If I think she might harm her clients, I have to have her investigated.”
“She kept my son alive when he wanted to die.”
“That’s why I can’t ignore the accusations I heard in court. She has other underage clients.” He had to call the Psychology Review Board. “I’m not sure she’s done anything wrong, but I have to ask someone to investigate because of kids like your son. For the sake of anyone she’s treating.”
“Don’t jump to this conclusion. Take some time to get at the truth.”
“Discovering the truth is an investigation. Have you ever been concerned about leaving Eli alone with her?”
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