Chapter 7

“Just wait.” He flipped thru his legal size note pad from today’s session. “Here. I’ve paraphrased it, but just the same it’s a backslide. Listen to this: Patient says Dr. Philby, the fucking idiot—”

“Fucking idiot. Did you actually write that down?” Hal laughed and took off his “Kiss the Cook” apron. He sat down at the kitchen table opposite him. “All right. You’ve got my full attention.”

Guy took a deep breath and began again. “First off, they convinced her near the end of her stay she’d had nothing whatsoever to do with Nathan’s death. Philby told her when a unexpected death occurs, and the child is under six months, then sudden infant death syndrome or SIDS is a likely diagnosis.’”

“Yes,” Hal said, “and it could be except—”

“We know the facts of the case from the police report. Thank God for Ms. Lansing’s connections at the station. There were witnesses who came forward at the time, and it’s well documented Meeda did have more than a little something to do with it—”