Chapter 17

“Do your patients come in here and read?”

“Sure. None of the rooms are off-limits for them in this house. They live here. It’s their home. They are more than welcome to make use of all the facilities we provide. Gym, swimming pool—they can even cook in the kitchen anytime they feel like it.”

“Huh,” Miles said, impressed. “That’s fabulous.”

“Thank you,” Jeff said, smiling as he sat behind a dark mahogany table. “Please, take a seat.” He nodded as Miles and Blake sat down across the table from him. “Now, what do you want to know about Devin, and why?”

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Jeff listened to Miles and Blake’s account with growing unease, which quickly turned into anger and disbelief. “Are you implying that Devin had something to do with the destruction of his house, and the murder of his entire family?”