not something I advertise. How would it look for a criminal investigator to have a mental health history?”
“There’s nothing wrong with seeing a psychiatrist.”
She snorted. “Tell it to the reporters and the security-clearance guys who love to jump to conclusions.”
“Look, it’s just another piece of the puzzle.” He drew a deep breath and held it a moment before he blew it out. “Promise me you won’t keep anything else from me. I need to know I can trust the members of my team.”
She sighed, her shoulders sagging. “Okay, I’ll tell you what I know.”
Nick waited, but the silence lengthened. “Well?”
“I don’t know anything else right now. When I do, I’ll be sure to report it to you.” She glanced down at his hands on her arms and back up to his eyes. “Now, if you don’t mind…”
Nick dropped his hands and stepped back, at the same moment Mrs. Keckler returned.
“I checked all the files and none of them matches the names on this list.” Mrs. Keckler handed the sheet of paper back to Brenna. “I’m sorry. If you have reason to suspect one of the patients, you can get a warrant and I’ll release that patient’s information, but I can’t just let you go through the files.”
“Thanks anyway, Mrs. Keckler.” Brenna hugged the woman and left the office.
Nick followed, stepping over a stream of melted snow to climb into the passenger side of the Cherokee.
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