The Cathar Secret: A Lang Reilly Thriller by Gregg Loomis Page A
Authors: Gregg Loomis
Tags: thriller, Historical, Literature & Fiction, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Crime, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Thriller & Suspense, Kidnapping
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of shame. After all, they went off to the camps like sheep, no resistance other than a short uprising in Warsaw."
Marcie had never given the subject any thought. Until her interview of Grituchlik, World War II had been ancient history.
Her companion glanced at his watch. "Jeez, I'm late getting back from my break. I'd love to continue the conversation. Maybe a drink after work?"
Marcie would have had no qualms about leading him on if there was more information to be gleaned. But there wasn't. She was at a dead end for the moment. "Thanks, but I'm here for the day only."
The disappointment on his face was at least some compensation for what might well be a fruitless trip. It was good to know men, someone besides David, still found her attractive.
CHAPTER 18
Office of Silvia Weiner, PhD
132 17th Street
Atlanta
Two Days Later
1:35 P.M.
P AIGE HAD MIXED FEELINGS ABOUT DR. SILVIA WEINER , PhD, not MD, working out of her home right here in Ansley Park. The possibility of Paige's neighbors seeing her bringing Wynn-Three to a shrink was, well, unsettling if not downright embarrassing. What kind of a parent had a three-year-old with mental problems, anyway? On the other hand, she did not relish the idea of sitting in the waiting room of one of those medical office buildings with other children who might be suffering from all kinds of disturbances, either.
Within minutes of meeting Dr. Weiner, most of Paige's doubts vanished. The doctor, a small, fifty-ish woman whose oversized eyeglasses gave her an owl-like appearance, had a warm smile and a manner that relaxed Paige. She carried a thin manila folder.
Wynn-Three, though, seemed to reserve judgment. Perhaps his mother had made a mistake by telling him he was going to visit a doctor. Doctors usually meant shots and shots hurt.
Squatting in front of Wynn-Three's chair to bring her face even with his, Dr. Weiner asked, "How would you like to play with some really cool toys while I talk to your mommy?"
Relieved that no hypodermic needles seemed to be involved, he nodded uncertainly, waiting for her to open the door to the adjacent room. From where she sat, Paige could see an huge assortment of toys that would occupy any kid for hours.
Shutting the door behind Wynn-Three, Dr. Weiner took a seat across from Paige. "A few questions."
"Sure, but I think I pretty well described what's happened when I called to make the appointment."
The psychologist opened the folder, scanning its contents before looking up. "You are a full-time parent, right?"
"I quit the law practice shortly after Wynn-Three was born, yes."
Dr. Weiner looked like she was re-reading something in the file. "Do you do volunteer work, stuff outside the home?"
Paige shook her head. "I didn't resign from the law firm just to work for free. I'm a full-time mother."
"So, you don't have a nanny?"
Paige wasn't sure she succeeded in keeping the edge out of her voice. "Full time is full time. I'm home with him every day all day."
"Surely you take off an hour now and then to go get your hair done, have a manicure."
Paige was getting impatient. What the hell did keeping up her personal appearance have to do with Wynn-Three's problem? "Of course."
"Who looks after the little boy then?"
"Sometimes his father if he's home, although he works most of the weekends. We're lucky. A young lady who works at home lives right down the street. She takes care of Wynn-Three maybe two, three hours a month and when we go out at night."
Dr. Weiner produced a pen and scribbled something in the file. "Does your son become upset when you leave him with this woman?"
"Quite the contrary. He loves Marcie. I'm afraid she spoils him."
Another note. "Anyone else who spends time with him? Grandparents, aunts and uncles?"
"My parents live in New
Marcie had never given the subject any thought. Until her interview of Grituchlik, World War II had been ancient history.
Her companion glanced at his watch. "Jeez, I'm late getting back from my break. I'd love to continue the conversation. Maybe a drink after work?"
Marcie would have had no qualms about leading him on if there was more information to be gleaned. But there wasn't. She was at a dead end for the moment. "Thanks, but I'm here for the day only."
The disappointment on his face was at least some compensation for what might well be a fruitless trip. It was good to know men, someone besides David, still found her attractive.
CHAPTER 18
Office of Silvia Weiner, PhD
132 17th Street
Atlanta
Two Days Later
1:35 P.M.
P AIGE HAD MIXED FEELINGS ABOUT DR. SILVIA WEINER , PhD, not MD, working out of her home right here in Ansley Park. The possibility of Paige's neighbors seeing her bringing Wynn-Three to a shrink was, well, unsettling if not downright embarrassing. What kind of a parent had a three-year-old with mental problems, anyway? On the other hand, she did not relish the idea of sitting in the waiting room of one of those medical office buildings with other children who might be suffering from all kinds of disturbances, either.
Within minutes of meeting Dr. Weiner, most of Paige's doubts vanished. The doctor, a small, fifty-ish woman whose oversized eyeglasses gave her an owl-like appearance, had a warm smile and a manner that relaxed Paige. She carried a thin manila folder.
Wynn-Three, though, seemed to reserve judgment. Perhaps his mother had made a mistake by telling him he was going to visit a doctor. Doctors usually meant shots and shots hurt.
Squatting in front of Wynn-Three's chair to bring her face even with his, Dr. Weiner asked, "How would you like to play with some really cool toys while I talk to your mommy?"
Relieved that no hypodermic needles seemed to be involved, he nodded uncertainly, waiting for her to open the door to the adjacent room. From where she sat, Paige could see an huge assortment of toys that would occupy any kid for hours.
Shutting the door behind Wynn-Three, Dr. Weiner took a seat across from Paige. "A few questions."
"Sure, but I think I pretty well described what's happened when I called to make the appointment."
The psychologist opened the folder, scanning its contents before looking up. "You are a full-time parent, right?"
"I quit the law practice shortly after Wynn-Three was born, yes."
Dr. Weiner looked like she was re-reading something in the file. "Do you do volunteer work, stuff outside the home?"
Paige shook her head. "I didn't resign from the law firm just to work for free. I'm a full-time mother."
"So, you don't have a nanny?"
Paige wasn't sure she succeeded in keeping the edge out of her voice. "Full time is full time. I'm home with him every day all day."
"Surely you take off an hour now and then to go get your hair done, have a manicure."
Paige was getting impatient. What the hell did keeping up her personal appearance have to do with Wynn-Three's problem? "Of course."
"Who looks after the little boy then?"
"Sometimes his father if he's home, although he works most of the weekends. We're lucky. A young lady who works at home lives right down the street. She takes care of Wynn-Three maybe two, three hours a month and when we go out at night."
Dr. Weiner produced a pen and scribbled something in the file. "Does your son become upset when you leave him with this woman?"
"Quite the contrary. He loves Marcie. I'm afraid she spoils him."
Another note. "Anyone else who spends time with him? Grandparents, aunts and uncles?"
"My parents live in New
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