The Day of Legion by Craig Taylor Page A

later if I hear anything.”
    “What’s being done about Jason?” she asked. “How many officers are on the case?”
    David pointed to the officer he had just been speaking to. “Ask him, he’s the lead detective. He’ll tell you everything he can. Now, I have to go.”
    Patricia walked over to the other detective. “Excuse me, I was just talking to that detective over there and...” but Ravenbrook was gone and she found herself pointing at no one.
    “I’m Patricia Leland. I’m Jason Hansen’s psychiatrist. Can you tell me what’s being done to find him?

Chapter Thirteen
    Patricia worked most of the day checking her patient files. After cross-referencing the list versus the files, she found the only file taken was Jason’s, but she had already known that. She had no idea why; she just knew that would be the result.
    She tended to listen to her gut feelings. She had a sense about things, and often would remember dreaming or seeing in her mind events happening weeks, sometimes months earlier. Not like lottery numbers or major events, just things to do with herself and those around her. She remembered how, about a year ago, she had an extremely bad feeling about a flight she was scheduled to take for a speaking engagement. When she walked into the airport terminal and looked at the departures board she felt uneasy. When she saw her flight number, the hairs on the back of her neck literally stood on end. She cancelled her ticket, and that night on the evening news, she sat in stunned silence while the anchor man said that plane crashed in farmland not long after takeoff, and no survivors were found.
    Often she would be talking to people and have a strong sense of déjà vu , but she always set it aside as something people often felt.
    Her great Aunt Beatrice once told her she might be psychic and should develop her skills. Of course, everyone knew Aunt Beatrice was crazy; she had even told everyone that she was the creator of crop circles. Even a fourteen-year-old Patricia couldn’t believe that much.
    The detective Patricia spoke to that morning after talking with Ravenbrook had promised to call her to update her on Jason’s missing-persons case, but it was already six p.m. and he hadn’t made contact. She decided to ring him.
    She couldn’t believe how fast the day had gone. She realized she hadn’t eaten since breakfast and thought about cooking herself a nice steak that night. She had a recipe for a beautiful steak and brown rice dish with salsa. While she waited for the detective to answer, she made a list of ingredients she would need to pick up for this on the way home.
    Just as she was about to disconnect, the phone was picked up.
    “Yes, Detective McDonald speaking.”
    “Hello detective, this is Doctor Leland speaking, we met at the hospital this morning. I’m Jason Hanson’s doctor. I was just wondering if you had any news yet.”
    “No, unfortunately we don’t. We checked for the camera footage, and discovered it hasn’t worked on that wing for six weeks. It was scheduled for repair, but I guess you docs needed more stethoscopes.”
    She ignored the remark. “Have you made any headway whatsoever?”
    “No. Naturally we’re getting more concerned as the hours tick by. We’ve had no ransom demands from an abductor, no sightings of a lost boy, no anonymous calls. Combined with the fact someone tried to kill him recently, killing his mother and also his father’s murder, it is extremely worrying.”
    “Where to from here?” she asked.
    “Well, it’s not up to me, but I think we’re going to the media now, get his picture and story out there and keep trying to contact any relatives. Sometimes a relative just takes them and doesn’t think to tell anyone, but we‘re confident that’s not the story here. I have to go now, Doctor Leland. I’m sorry I didn’t get back to you, but as you can imagine we’re pretty busy here trying to solve this.”
    “No problem,” she replied.