came to see you. Can you tell me what he was asking? That wouldnât violate anything, would it?â
âWe talked about jazz. He told me he played piano. I told him I once met Oscar Peterson. That was about it. We arranged to meet. After that we didnât talk all that much.â
âDid he mention a Russian man who was found dead in Toronto last week?â
âNo, Iâm sorry. We didnât talk about his cases. Except for questions about my patient, which I couldnât answer.â
âAnd the questions about your patient? What did he want to know?â
âHe wanted to know if she was delusional.â
âWhy didnât you stay at the restaurant? Was there someone you knew?â
âThereâs always someone. I was an idiot to think weâd be invisible.â She wiped her hand across her mouth as if to remove a lingering taste of something bitter. âI just wanted a little romantic interlude. The first time Iâd ever done anything remotely like that.â
âI was just wondering if it was someone who might have told your husband.â
âNo. Just some people who could have recognized me.â She opened another drawer. Closed it sharply. âI was very stupid. Very stupid.â
âCan you tell me anything about Mr. Delisleâs weapon? Did he take it off at any point?â
âI told him I hated guns. He put it in his suitcase. Is it important?â
âProbably not.â Stacy made a note. âYour patient, Anya Daniel, I know you canât tell me anything about your private communication, and I wouldnât want you to, but Iâm trying to determine if there is any connection between Ms. Daniel and the dead Russian. I donât suppose thereâs anything you could help me with there, without breaking the doctor/patient restriction?â
âNot really. She talks about Russia in very general terms. Her years with the ballet. Evidently she was destined to be a big star back there, but for some reason she had to defect. She wonât go into that.â
âWhat year are we talking about? That she had to defect?â
âIn 1981. She was touring in the United States and Canada.â
âDid something bad happen at home?â
âAs far as I can make out, there was some political upheaval going on. New people coming into power. Iâm afraid I donât know much about Russian political history.â
âThat makes two of us.â
âShe does say that they were all thieves back there. The big shots. She seems to have a special hate for someone named Chernenko. Do you know who that is?â
âI think heâs dead,â Stacy said.
âNot to hear her talk about him.â
âI see. Iâll let you get back to your packing then.â
âI feel a deep sense of responsibility for what happened. If I hadnât been so stupid that man would be alive.â
Stacy couldnât argue that point. âTry not to beat yourself up too much, Doctor,â she said.
No, she wouldnât be beating herself up. Not over something so completely preposterous. Harold in the role of killer, of jealous vengeful murderer, was beyond preposterous â it was inconceivable, it went against anything rational. What happened to the red-haired detective was a horrible mistake, a grotesque aberration. She had other things to beat herself up over, sloppy session work, taking too long to do what she should have done a long time ago. But not this. This was not her fault. But it was a catastrophe. This could ruin all her good work.
There was the knocking again. That woman was back.
âMs. Daniel? Dockerty Police. Iâm Detective Crean. Like to talk to you for a few minutes.â
Sheâll go away after a while. Just sit still. Thereâs no need to open the door. If she wants in badly enough she can kick it down the way they like to do.
âMs. Daniel. I know youâre in there, I
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