�I didn�t get that feeling. Strangely enough. The next time I saw him after the arrest was, oh, five, six months later. He was working as a courier, and I contacted him because my partner�s ex was telling people the 1-5 was running drugs with him. The only way we could prove our part of the story was to find out where Denby placed my partner�s kid when they held him hostage for a drug deal. So I tracked him down on the courier job.�

�How did that meeting go?�

�He was delusional. He was sober, and he came onto me again, more forcefully than before. He had sent me an amends letter, but I never read it. He seemed fine with that, and just toyed with me. He wanted me to come back the next day and get the info about the girl that was watching the kid. As I was leaving, he yelled �I love you� with a smirk on his face, but I flipped him off. I was so sick of his head games.�

�Do you still have the letter?�

�I don�t know.�

�Did you ever read it?�

�No.�

�May I read it?�

�Sure, if I can find it.�

�Why didn�t you?�

�I was sure he was just going to mess with my head again. And the way he spoke to me at the courier warehouse, I�m pretty sure I was right about that.�

�Any curiosity about it?�

Diane looked down at the floor and sat silently, breathing shallowly. A tear welled up in her eye, and she looked away from Dr. Hubley. Diane wished Dr. Hubley would start talking about something, anything, but she sat there in maddening silence.

Finally, mercifully, Dr. Hubley inhaled deeply and encouraged Diane to join her in some deep breathing exercises. They made arrangements to meet again in a week, and Diane promised to look for the letter and bring it in with her the next week.