Chapter 91: The sentencing

He confided his conflicting thoughts, distilling them as he spoke. 'I think it should be presented for what it is. A split-second memory. Russell believes it.'

'You don't.'

He gripped his fingers together. 'I distrust it. He's had six months of people telling him he did it. I'm surprised it's taken him this long to start imagining.'

She wanted to believe it was imagination. 'Then don't use it. Think of Russell.'

He sat up. 'I am thinking of him. He believes it. I think another examination's essential.' He leaned forward again. 'He's going out of his mind, Elisabeth. He needs help.' So did she. 'How are you?' He had to delve into his store of courage to ask. She had said they would talk when this was over. He thought it was now too much to hope for.

'Fine.' She wasn't interested in herself. 'Where are you with things?'