there. We met, we talked. After that, we were almost always together.â
Briley makes a note and glances at her client. Erin is wearing an inward look of deep abstraction; wherever sheâs gone, she doesnât want to leave. âWhat are you thinking?â
The woman shudders slightly and rubs her arms. âI was thinking about Lisa Marie. I remember being surprised when I realized Mom couldnât hear herâafter all, I heard hervoice in my head all the time. But as I got older, Mom told me I was stupid to keep pretending. So I stopped talking to Lisa Marie, but she didnât stop talking to me.â
Brileyâs pen halts on the legal pad. Is this woman trying to make a case for schizophrenia? âAre you sayingââ she proceeds with caution ââthat your invisible friend still talks to you?â
Erin rakes her hand through her hair. âI told you it sounds crazy.â
âThatâs reassuring. Iâm no psychiatrist, but Iâve heard that crazy people think theyâre perfectly sane.â
Erin stares at her, then manages a brief smile. âOkayâyes, I still hear her, but only in my dreams. Sometimes Iâll go to sleep and sheâll be waiting to talk to me about something. When I was a teenager, she knew all about Mom and how things were at home. When Iâd want to run away, Lisa Marie would calm me down and tell me that things would be worse on the street. I learned to listen to her. Her advice was always better than my motherâs.â
Briley presses her lips together. She canât remember much from her college psychology classes, but surely thereâs some part of the human mind that reasons with the other parts when theyâre under stress. This is probably a normal function, like the conscience reminding us of the consequences of unlawful behaviorâ¦.
Still, an interview with a forensic psychologist is definitely in order. The firm keeps a file of experts in the field, but if Briley calls a shrink to testify, the prosecution will call an expert of their own. Net result: zero gain.
She clicks the end of her pen in a burst of nervous energy. âDo you know what Lisa Marie looks like?â
Erin frowns. âIn my dream, she looks like me. That probably means something, but Iâve never seen her any other way. She doesnât morph into anything, if thatâs what you mean.â
âI donât mean anything. Iâm only trying to understand.âBriley snaps the end of her pen again. âDid Lisa Marie speak to you the night Jeffrey died?â
âI told you, I was out cold from the sleeping pills.â
Briley smiles. âSo if youâre not still dreaming of herâ¦â
âThatâs just it, I am. Weeks go by and I donât see her, but I dreamed of her last night. She told me something, then she said I should tell you. Youâre going to think Iâm making this up, but Iâm not, I swear Iâm not.â
Briley braces herself. âAnd what are you supposed to tell me?â
The corners of Erinâs mouth tighten. âShe did it. After I went to sleep that night, Lisa Marie killed Jeffrey.â
Chapter Twenty-One
A ntonio Tomassi steps off the elevator and into a branch of the Cook County Stateâs Attorneyâs Office, a space crowded with L-shaped desks, steel-and-vinyl chairs, and myriad human bodies. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead while the air vibrates with the hum of fax machines and computers. Tired-looking men and women work behind desks, either tapping on keyboards or squinting at papers as they tilt their heads to hold telephones against their shoulders. Every one of them looks like central casting sent them to play the role of anonymous civil servant.
Without glancing behind him, Antonio gestures to Jason.
âYes, Papa?â
âWho is the man we need to see?â
Jason steps forward and pulls a slip of paper from his pocket.
Lorie O'Clare
C.M. Steele
Katie Oliver
J. R. Karlsson
Kristine Grayson
Sandy Sullivan
Mickey J. Corrigan
Debra Kayn
Phillip Reeve
Kim Knox