eyes still remained glued to his; her composed voice did not falter. He was being deliberately obtuse. Yet she continued to deal with him calmly and coolly. She had an amazingly determined and disciplined mind within that delicate packaging.
“Kay, perhaps the situation will become clearer to you when I say that although Roy Nye is dead, Lee Nye is still very much alive.”
The small frown reappeared between her fawn-colored eyebrows. “How can one identity be dead and not the other?”
“Because I consciously sought to extinguish him. I was successful.”
“Are you saying you ‘killed’ the personality that was Roy?”
“We term it ‘extinguishing’ in psychological parlance. Once Lee Nye realized there was another personality inhabiting his body and taking over during the blackout periods, he was eager to be free of him.”
“And you agreed?”
“After I got to know Roy. He was in a self-destruct mode, inflicting ever-escalating harm. He was not amenable to change. If he had been allowed to continue, he would have taken Lee with him by killing off their shared physical self, as well as their separate personalities.”
“So you’re saying that to save Lee, you killed Roy.”
“Yes.”
“And now Roy’s widow is suing you in a wrongful death suit?”
“Yes.”
She sat back in her chair and pursed her lips in a moment of quiet contemplation. She had inviting lips—naturally pink and soft-looking. Still, they were deliberately unpainted and she definitely wasn’t pursing them in invitation. Good thing, too. Damian resolutely refocused his eyes on her small hands, resting steady and composed on her desk.
“Well, when Adam warned me that your case would be a surprise, he certainly didn’t exaggerate. This one is an original. A suit filed on behalf of a widow of a man who isn’t even really dead.”
“Make no mistake, Kay, Roy is dead. When I was successful in extinguishing him, Lee subsequently divorced Roy’s wife and shed all ties with Roy’s past, including having his name formally changed from LeRoy to Lee. The two individuals shared a body, but never a life. Roy is, as a matter of record, gone.”
“Psychologically speaking, Damian, I bow to your terms. But, legally at least, I think we should begin by attempting to dispute that fact.”
Her eyes were bright with possibilities. She tapped her fingers on the desk to an ever-increasing beat. Damian had the strong impression that they were impatiently trying to keep pace with her racing thoughts.
“I assume Mrs. Roy Nye knows all about your treatment of Lee and your part in extinguishing the Roy personality?”
“Yes. Lee fully explained the circumstances in court when he filed for divorce. Mrs. Nye didn’t contest the divorce. Lee told me later that she even seemed relieved.”
“Then why is she bringing this wrongful-death suit?”
“I don’t know.”
“You said Lee first came to you five and a half years ago?”
“Yes. I saw him for a year and a half before Roy was extinguished. However, Mrs. Nye didn’t file the wrongful-death suit until recently.”
“Any idea why she waited this long?”
“No.”
“Have you ever met her in person or talked to her over the phone?”
“No.”
“Even though you treated her husband?”
“I considered Lee to be my real patient. Her husband, Roy, was a destructive and dysfunctional personality fragment. I feel fortunate that I was successful in extinguishing Roy, thereby freeing Lee to take control of his life.”
Damian watched Kay inhale a deep breath and let it out with a shake of her head.
“Well, it’s certainly a unique cause of action Mrs. Nye will be bringing to court.”
“Will it stand up?”
“Logically, it shouldn’t. But with all the crazy things going on in the legal system these days, it’s hard to second-guess what a judge will let a jury hear. When were you served papers on this suit?”
“Four months ago.”
Her voice rose perceptibly. “Four months ago?”
“The pretrial motions are scheduled for this Friday. The trial is scheduled to begin a week from today.”
She leaned forward. “This Friday? A week from today? Why did you wait so long to seek legal representation?”
“I didn’t. I’ve been relying on the lawyer who represents my malpractice insurance company. After months of answering my frequent questions with vague assurances that he had everything under control, he finally called me into his office last week to tell me he was going for an out-of-court settlement.”
“What reason did he give?”
“He said that the publicity a suit like this could generate would only open a Pandora’s box of new suits against the psychologists that the insurance company represents.”
“Which he naturally wanted to avoid, being their legal representative first and yours second.”
“Yes. He was eager to approach the plaintiff with a settlement offer. In fact, he told me there was no way he would let a case like this get anywhere near the publicity of a trial.”
“Obviously you disagreed.”
“I have no doubt that what I did for Lee Nye was right, Kay. I’m neither apologizing nor paying off.”
“I take it the insurance company is no longer in the financial picture?”
“They’ve told me I’m on my own.”
“Without the insurance company’s resources, you realize this type of litigation could cost you quite a bit of money?”
“Adam discussed that aspect with me thoroughly. I have no intention of backing down.”
He felt her eyes assessing him. No surgeon’s knife could have been more precise in its careful probing. Yes, as he suspected from the first, this woman’s soft appearance and manner were quite misleading.
“I agree,” she said finally. “Backing down only invites others to advance. What we need is a good aggressive line of attack. I already see several possibilities we can pursue.”
Damian rose to his feet. He knew he had to stop this before it went any further. His curiosity and strong reaction to her had already let it go on far longer than prudent.
He extended his hand for a shake and set a small smile on his
