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Chapter 8

When he arrived at work, he found Ms. Lansing already busy at her computer. He went back to his office, deposited his briefcase, and returned with an empty cup he filled from the coffee maker in a corner of the waiting room. Then he retreated to a small room off reception that housed several shelves of psychiatric texts and medical journals. There, he spent almost two hours making notes on a legal pad, theorizing and woolgathering—two of his favorite activities.

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Sarah/April Preston had a flair for the dramatic. She swept into the room wearing a large black cape, her gray hair tied back in a rust colored ribbon, and plopped herself down on the sofa.