shoulders and long blond straight hair. She always wore jump suits and combat boots. She was 37 years old and, unlike most women, didn’t mind telling her age. I believed she could easily break up a fight between any of my deputies.
“Brenda, I want you to gather everyone in the conference room at 11:00 a.m. Doctor McCain is going to give a crash course on multiple personality disorders. Everyone needs to be educated before they go mouthing off about something they don’t know anything about.”
After Brenda left I walked out to the bullpen and looked around. It’s usually noisy out there with everyone either booking someone or joking around. Today everyone was working silently.
To go from having a peaceful town, where the most major crime was domestic violence, to having a serial murderer was taking its toll. Emotions were running high.
“All right, people listen up. I’ve been told about all the conflict going on about Sarah. I know some of you think because I was involved with her I have blinders on.
“We already have the FBI involved and don’t need the state police as well. At eleven this morning, Judith McCain will be here to give you a crash course in multiple personality disorders. Brenda is calling the deputies who have gone home. It is a mandatory meeting.
“ Dr. McCain is a psychologist and a consultant with the FBI. She spent over two hours with Sarah yesterday. She diagnosed her and has agreed to try to educate some of you bozos about this disorder.”
“Does this mean she is going to get away with murder?” Someone asked. I didn’t see who it was.
I didn’t care who it w as, it made me madder than hell. “Don’t be spouting off until you know what you’re talking about,” I said and walked back to my office and slammed the door.
I planned to wait until Judith came to give the crash course before going to see Sarah. I didn’t want to be interrupted. She came in at ten thirty looking fresh in a mint green suit and alligator pumps.
All the deputies were staring at her. One of them whistled and she rolled her eyes at me. “I want to see Sarah before I start the seminar if you don’t mind,” she said.
I took her back and excused the deputy sitting in front of her cell. I hadn’t told anyone to sit back here but didn’t ask for an explanation just then.
Sarah was asleep. “Perfect,” Judith said, “I wanted you to see the little girl again and see what her relationship to you is now. Her name is Beth and she’s four and one half years old.”
I unlocked the cell door and we went in. Judith put her hand on Sarah’s shoulder, “Beth, wake up honey. I want you to meet someone.”
Sarah looked like she was still half asleep and she said in a little girl’s voice, “No, mommy. Don’t make me sleep with daddy again. He hurts me. You sleep with him this time. I don’t want to twoon, I don’t want to twoon, I don’t want to twoon…” She said this over and over and then started crying.
“It’s okay, Beth. Go on back to sleep. You never have to twoon with daddy again. I promise.”
We left the cell and started back down the hall. Judith looked shaken up. “That answers some of the questions as to why she split off into other personalities.”
“But does she mean when she says twoon? And why did she take that name?”
“I don’t know yet but you can bet it’s sexual. I wish I had more time because this is the most interesting case I’ve ever come across. I think I could learn a lot from it. But, I’m just here to evaluate.”
I felt panicky. “Why can’t you stay? What if Simon clears it with the FBI? We need you here, Judith. I need you to help Sarah, I love her still.”
“Well, I still have my private practice back in Houston. I have someone covering for me right now. But he has his own patients too. He’s semi-retired. He doesn’t want more patients. We’ll talk to Simon and see what he says after the seminar.
“Actually, it’s sort of been in back of
“Brenda, I want you to gather everyone in the conference room at 11:00 a.m. Doctor McCain is going to give a crash course on multiple personality disorders. Everyone needs to be educated before they go mouthing off about something they don’t know anything about.”
After Brenda left I walked out to the bullpen and looked around. It’s usually noisy out there with everyone either booking someone or joking around. Today everyone was working silently.
To go from having a peaceful town, where the most major crime was domestic violence, to having a serial murderer was taking its toll. Emotions were running high.
“All right, people listen up. I’ve been told about all the conflict going on about Sarah. I know some of you think because I was involved with her I have blinders on.
“We already have the FBI involved and don’t need the state police as well. At eleven this morning, Judith McCain will be here to give you a crash course in multiple personality disorders. Brenda is calling the deputies who have gone home. It is a mandatory meeting.
“ Dr. McCain is a psychologist and a consultant with the FBI. She spent over two hours with Sarah yesterday. She diagnosed her and has agreed to try to educate some of you bozos about this disorder.”
“Does this mean she is going to get away with murder?” Someone asked. I didn’t see who it was.
I didn’t care who it w as, it made me madder than hell. “Don’t be spouting off until you know what you’re talking about,” I said and walked back to my office and slammed the door.
I planned to wait until Judith came to give the crash course before going to see Sarah. I didn’t want to be interrupted. She came in at ten thirty looking fresh in a mint green suit and alligator pumps.
All the deputies were staring at her. One of them whistled and she rolled her eyes at me. “I want to see Sarah before I start the seminar if you don’t mind,” she said.
I took her back and excused the deputy sitting in front of her cell. I hadn’t told anyone to sit back here but didn’t ask for an explanation just then.
Sarah was asleep. “Perfect,” Judith said, “I wanted you to see the little girl again and see what her relationship to you is now. Her name is Beth and she’s four and one half years old.”
I unlocked the cell door and we went in. Judith put her hand on Sarah’s shoulder, “Beth, wake up honey. I want you to meet someone.”
Sarah looked like she was still half asleep and she said in a little girl’s voice, “No, mommy. Don’t make me sleep with daddy again. He hurts me. You sleep with him this time. I don’t want to twoon, I don’t want to twoon, I don’t want to twoon…” She said this over and over and then started crying.
“It’s okay, Beth. Go on back to sleep. You never have to twoon with daddy again. I promise.”
We left the cell and started back down the hall. Judith looked shaken up. “That answers some of the questions as to why she split off into other personalities.”
“But does she mean when she says twoon? And why did she take that name?”
“I don’t know yet but you can bet it’s sexual. I wish I had more time because this is the most interesting case I’ve ever come across. I think I could learn a lot from it. But, I’m just here to evaluate.”
I felt panicky. “Why can’t you stay? What if Simon clears it with the FBI? We need you here, Judith. I need you to help Sarah, I love her still.”
“Well, I still have my private practice back in Houston. I have someone covering for me right now. But he has his own patients too. He’s semi-retired. He doesn’t want more patients. We’ll talk to Simon and see what he says after the seminar.
“Actually, it’s sort of been in back of
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