Rose-Marie tugged at her teabag as she sat back in her oversized leather sofa, watching the flames dance in her fireplace. She picked up Diane�s file to flip through it once more, trying to find a way to break the very real, very logical information about her pregnancy to her. As the chart got close to her body, something fell out. She picked up the envelope and examined it. Diane�s name and address were written in large, hurried script on the front. The CitiWide logo was on the upper left corner of the envelope. The unopened amends letter.

Dr. Hubley slit open the envelope and took out the letter. She slowly unfolded it and read. As she did so, she stopped breathing on more than one occasion and had to coach herself to resume. At the end, she picked up the phone and dialed.

�Diane? It�s Dr. Hubley.�

�What�s up?�

�We need to talk. Now. Can we meet?�

�Uh, sure. My place or yours?�

�Do you mind if we meet at yours?�

�No, come on over.�

They made arrangements to meet in half an hour. Dr. Hubley locked up her apartment and left the building. She turned left at the stoop to make her way up to the avenue where she was certain to find a taxi.

A hand covered her mouth, and a strong arm encircled her waist and both her arms, pinning her. Dr. Hubley tried to kick and free herself, but her assailant had her completely bound. An alley. Unexposed. A blow to the head. Darkness. Throbbing pain. She hears...is that Spanish? Pain. Nothing.

�Sergeant Thibodeaux? Diane Russell. I�m a detective from the 1-5. Listen. I�ve been expecting someone for over an hour, and I think something happened to her. She�s a department psychologist. Can I have some backup to canvass her neighborhood? Great. Meet you there.�

�Detective Russell? Hi, Steve Mahoney from the 1-8. We found something over here you might want to look at.�

Diane followed the uniformed officer to an alleyway near the corner of Dr. Hubley�s building. A black handbag was tossed haphazardly in the alley, its contents strewn about.