Wolf Lake. John Verdon

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СКАЧАТЬ Richard’s success and are probably delighted to see him being attacked.”

      Gurney eyed the bulging envelope. “Are Gil Fenton’s press briefings in there?”

      “Every misleading word.”

      “Did you pull all this together at your brother’s request?”

      “Not exactly. He’s . . . confident that the problem will just go away.”

      “And you’re not?”

      “No . . . yes . . . I mean, yes, of course I know it will eventually be resolved. It has to be. I have faith. But you know the old saying, ‘God will move the mountain, but you have to bring a shovel.’ That’s what I’m doing.”

      Gurney smiled. “Apparently Richard believes that God will move the mountain, so long as Jane brings the shovel.”

      There was flash of anger in her eyes. “That’s not fair. You don’t know him.”

      “So help me understand. Why does he refuse to get a lawyer? Why is it up to you to protect him?”

      She gave Gurney a cold stare, then turned away and looked out the window.

      “Richard is like no one else on earth. I know people say things like that all the time about people they love, but Richard is truly unique. He always was. I don’t mean he’s perfect. He’s not. But he has a gift.”

      There was a well-worn reverence in this statement that made it sound as if she’d been making it all her life—as if everything depended on it.

      As he studied her profile, the anxious wrinkles radiating from the corner of her eye, the grim set of her mouth, he realized that at the center of this woman’s psyche was the belief that things would have to turn out well for her brother because the opposite would be unbearable.

      Madeleine asked softly, “Richard’s gift—is it for his work as a psychotherapist?”

      “Yes. He’s . . . amazing. Which makes this awful attack on him so much worse. He does things no other therapist can do.”

      Madeleine shot a glance at Gurney, a suggestion that he pick up the thread.

      “Can you give me an example?”

      “Richard has an extraordinary power to change people’s behavior virtually overnight. He has an intense sense of empathy. It’s a connection that enables him to motivate his patients at the deepest level. He’s often able in a single session to free a patient from some habit or addiction he’s been struggling with for years. Richard realigns the way people see things. It sounds like magic, but it’s totally real.”

      It occurred to Gurney that if her perception of her brother’s talents was anywhere near accurate, the implications could be troubling. If Richard Hammond could so easily persuade people to do things they’d previously been unable or unwilling to do . . .

      Perhaps sensing his concern, Jane reiterated her point. “Richard’s talent is totally for the benefit of others. He could never use his gift to harm anyone. Never!”

      Gurney changed the subject back to one of his unanswered questions. “Jane, I’m still not clear why the effort to extricate Richard from this situation is all up to you. I get the impression he’s hardly responding to the problem at all. Am I missing something?”

      Her reaction was a pained look. She turned back toward the window, shaking her head slowly.

      “I hate talking about this,” she said, unfolding a tissue. “It’s hard for ordinary people to understand . . . because of Richard’s uniqueness.” She blew her nose several times, then dabbed at it gingerly. “He has periods of tremendous psychic energy and insight . . . and periods of complete exhaustion. In those periods of achievement, when he does all his best work, he naturally needs someone who can deal with the practical details he doesn’t have time for. And when he slows down, when he has to rest . . . well, then he needs someone to . . . to deal with whatever he doesn’t have the energy for.”

      It was beginning to sound to Gurney that Jane Hammond was mired in an unhealthy, enabling relationship with a manic-depressive egomaniac.

      Before he could say anything, Madeleine intervened with the sort of understanding smile he imagined was one of her standard tools at the mental health center. “So, you sort of pitch right in and take care of whatever needs to be taken care of?”

      “Exactly,” said Jane, turning toward her with the eagerness of someone who felt she was finally being understood. “Richard is a genius. That’s the most important thing. Naturally, there are things he just can’t . . . shouldn’t have to . . . deal with.”

      Madeleine nodded. “And now that he’s in some trouble, and also in one of his . . . his low-energy periods . . . it’s up to you to do whatever has to be done to deal with the problem.”

      “Yes! Of course! Because it’s so unfair—so unfair that Richard, of all people, is being subjected to this horror!” She looked with a pleading expression from Madeleine to Hardwick to Gurney. “Don’t you see? Something has to be done! That’s why I’m here. I need your help!”

      Gurney said nothing.

      Her eyes full of anxiety, she glanced over at Hardwick, then back at Gurney. “Jack told me all about you. About how you solved more homicide cases than anyone else in New York City. And that case where you saved a woman who’d been framed for a murder she didn’t commit. You’re the perfect person to help Richard!”

      “I’m still not understanding something here. You say your brother won’t agree to your hiring—”

      He was interrupted by the chirpy little melody of a cell phone ringing.

      Jane headed directly out to the mud room, speaking as she went. “That’s mine. I left it in my jacket pocket.” The ring stopped before she was halfway through the hall.

      When she returned she was holding her phone in her hand and frowning at the screen.

      “Lost the signal?” asked Madeleine.

      “I think so.”

      “The service is tricky around here. You have to pick your spots pretty carefully.”

      Jane nodded, looking worried, and laid the phone on the sideboard under the window. She watched it expectantly for a few moments before turning her attention back to Gurney. “Sorry. You were saying . . .?”

      “I was saying that I’m confused. Richard won’t agree to your hiring a lawyer, but hiring a private investigator would be okay?”

      “No, it won’t be okay at all. He’ll hate the idea. But it needs to be done, and he can’t stop me from doing it. I can’t legally hire a lawyer to represent him, but I can hire someone to look into the case for me.”

      “I’m still confused. It doesn’t sound to me like he’s simply too exhausted or depressed to deal with this situation. His active objection to receiving outside help gives me the feeling there’s something more going on here.”

      Jane came over to the round pine breakfast table and sat down with Madeleine, Hardwick, СКАЧАТЬ