my mind for some time to give up my practice and concentrate on consulting with the FBI full time. The consultation job is taking up more and more of my time and I have to keep getting someone else to see my patients.
“It’s not fair to my patients, they need continuity but I don’t want to sell my practice to just anyone. It would have to be someone with similar beliefs about therapy as I have. In the meantime we need to find someone local to see Sarah.”
“I don’t know any local shrinks,” I said and saw her cringe. I winked at her and realized I was flirting. Simon had warned me not to flirt with her. He said she was a very happily married woman.
I took Judith to the conference room and introduced her. She spotted Simon and went over and shook his hand.
As I started back to Sarah’s cell Brenda ran to catch up with me, “Mr. and Mrs. Sikes are here and they are demanding to see Sarah.”
My mind was blank. I couldn’t think who these people were.
“You know, Sheriff, Dennis’s parents, the boy who was stabbed but survived?”
“Uh oh,” I said, “Hold them off, Brenda, tell them I’ll be with them in a few minutes. I want to make sure that Sarah is back there before I even think about letting them see her.”
“Are you going to let them see her, sheriff?”
I thought for a minute, “Tell them I’m in a seminar for about forty five more minutes. Give them coffee. I want to consult with Simon and Judith first.”
After she walked off I headed back to the conference room and stuck my head in, “…Fugue is a type of amnesia,” Judith was saying, “The difference is that with fugue, the person actually takes on another life and maybe even moves to another place and takes on a new line of work. He or she doesn’t remember who he or she was before taking on that life.”
I decided to listen for a little while before going back to see Sarah.
“Depersonalization is also a form of dissociation. The person has the feeling of leaving the body and floating above and watching the trauma going on. Sometimes, if the trauma is ongoing, they will depersonalize for several months or years before they start splitting off into different personalities. Are there any questions so far?”
I slipped back out and went to Sarah’s cell. She was still asleep and lying on her stomach. I sat down on the edge of the cot and started rubbing her back
She stretched and yawned and turned over. She smiled at me. “Hi Robert,” she said. It was my Sarah. She held her arms out to me and I put my arms around her and held her.
“Robert, how long have I been here?”
I looked at my watch, “About thirty eight hours.”
“I’m so scared, Robert. I’ve missed some more time.”
“I know, sweetheart, Dr. McCain will be here shortly to talk to you about it.”
“Something’s wrong with me isn’t it? Do you know what’s wrong with me, Robert?”
“I do know but I can’t explain it as well as Dr. McCain.”
CHAPTER 15
The seminar was over and I began to have high hopes when I saw some of the deputies gathering around Judith asking questions.
I pulled her aside and said, “Later guys,” to my deputies. “We have a problem,” I told her. “One of the victims, Dennis Sikes survived and has been recovering in the hospital. He was a run-away from Memphis. His parents are out front and are demanding to see Sarah.”
“I’ll go talk to them. Where are they?”
I took her to my office and called Brenda and told her to bring them in.
Mrs. Sikes was small with bird like features. Her nose and chin were pointy. She looked too young to have the almost all gray hair she had. Her hair was parted in the middle and chopped straight across all the way around and had waves. She walked with a stoop and she looked like life had beaten her down.
It didn’t surprise me to discover that her husband was a bully. He was short and overweight but not by much. He walked into my office demanding his
“It’s not fair to my patients, they need continuity but I don’t want to sell my practice to just anyone. It would have to be someone with similar beliefs about therapy as I have. In the meantime we need to find someone local to see Sarah.”
“I don’t know any local shrinks,” I said and saw her cringe. I winked at her and realized I was flirting. Simon had warned me not to flirt with her. He said she was a very happily married woman.
I took Judith to the conference room and introduced her. She spotted Simon and went over and shook his hand.
As I started back to Sarah’s cell Brenda ran to catch up with me, “Mr. and Mrs. Sikes are here and they are demanding to see Sarah.”
My mind was blank. I couldn’t think who these people were.
“You know, Sheriff, Dennis’s parents, the boy who was stabbed but survived?”
“Uh oh,” I said, “Hold them off, Brenda, tell them I’ll be with them in a few minutes. I want to make sure that Sarah is back there before I even think about letting them see her.”
“Are you going to let them see her, sheriff?”
I thought for a minute, “Tell them I’m in a seminar for about forty five more minutes. Give them coffee. I want to consult with Simon and Judith first.”
After she walked off I headed back to the conference room and stuck my head in, “…Fugue is a type of amnesia,” Judith was saying, “The difference is that with fugue, the person actually takes on another life and maybe even moves to another place and takes on a new line of work. He or she doesn’t remember who he or she was before taking on that life.”
I decided to listen for a little while before going back to see Sarah.
“Depersonalization is also a form of dissociation. The person has the feeling of leaving the body and floating above and watching the trauma going on. Sometimes, if the trauma is ongoing, they will depersonalize for several months or years before they start splitting off into different personalities. Are there any questions so far?”
I slipped back out and went to Sarah’s cell. She was still asleep and lying on her stomach. I sat down on the edge of the cot and started rubbing her back
She stretched and yawned and turned over. She smiled at me. “Hi Robert,” she said. It was my Sarah. She held her arms out to me and I put my arms around her and held her.
“Robert, how long have I been here?”
I looked at my watch, “About thirty eight hours.”
“I’m so scared, Robert. I’ve missed some more time.”
“I know, sweetheart, Dr. McCain will be here shortly to talk to you about it.”
“Something’s wrong with me isn’t it? Do you know what’s wrong with me, Robert?”
“I do know but I can’t explain it as well as Dr. McCain.”
CHAPTER 15
The seminar was over and I began to have high hopes when I saw some of the deputies gathering around Judith asking questions.
I pulled her aside and said, “Later guys,” to my deputies. “We have a problem,” I told her. “One of the victims, Dennis Sikes survived and has been recovering in the hospital. He was a run-away from Memphis. His parents are out front and are demanding to see Sarah.”
“I’ll go talk to them. Where are they?”
I took her to my office and called Brenda and told her to bring them in.
Mrs. Sikes was small with bird like features. Her nose and chin were pointy. She looked too young to have the almost all gray hair she had. Her hair was parted in the middle and chopped straight across all the way around and had waves. She walked with a stoop and she looked like life had beaten her down.
It didn’t surprise me to discover that her husband was a bully. He was short and overweight but not by much. He walked into my office demanding his
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