Dr.Janice Lemmon's office was only a few blocks from the apartment building Jessie was leaving and she was glad for the chance to walk and clear her head.As she walked down Figueroa,she almost welcomed the sharp,cutting wind making her eyes water and immediately dry up.The bracing cold pushed most thoughts other than moving fast from her head.
She zipped her coat up to the neck and put her head down as she passed a coffee shop,then a diner filled to near overflowing.It was mid-December in Los Angeles and local businesses were doing their best to make their storefronts look holiday festive in a town where snow was almost an abstract concept.
But in the wind tunnels created by downtown skyscrapers,cold was ever-present.It was almost 11 a.m.but the sky was gray and the temperature was in the low fifties.Tonight it would drop close to forty.For L.A.,that was bone-chilling.Of course,Jessie had been through far more frigid weather.
As a child in rural Missouri,before everything fell apart,she would play in the tiny front yard of her mom's mobile home in the trailer park,her fingers and face half-numb,fashioning unimpressive but happy-faced snowmen while her mom watched protectively from the window.Jessie remembered wondering why her mother never took her eyes off her.Looking back now,it was clear.
A few years later,in the suburbs of Las Cruces,New Mexico,where she'd lived with her adoptive family after going into Witness Protection,she would go skiing on the bunny slopes of the nearby mountains with her second father,an FBI agent who projected calm professionalism,no matter the situation.He was always there to help her up when she fell.And she could usually count on a hot chocolate when they got off the barren,windswept hills and went back to the lodge.
Those chilly memories warmed her as she rounded the final block to Dr.Lemmon's office.She meticulously chose not to think about the less pleasant memories that inevitably intertwined with the good ones.
She checked in and peeled off her layers as she waited to be called into the doctor's office.It didn't take long.Right at 11 a.m.,her therapist opened the door and welcomed her inside.
Dr.Janice Lemmon was in her mid-sixties but didn't look it.She was in great shape and her eyes,behind thick glasses,were sharp and focused.Her curly blonde ringlets bounced when she walked and she had a coiled intensity that couldn't be masked.
They sat down in plush chairs across from each other.Dr.Lemmon gave her a few moments to settle in before speaking.
"How are you?"she asked in that open-ended way that always made Jessie genuinely ponder the question more seriously than she did in her daily life.
"I've been better,"she admitted.
"Why is that?"
Jessie recounted her panic attack in the apartment and the subsequent flashbacks.
"I don't know what set me off,"she said in conclusion.
"I think you do,"Dr.Lemmon prodded.
"Care to give me a hint?"Jessie countered.
"Well,I'm wondering if you lost your cool in the presence of a near stranger because you don't feel like you have any other place to release your anxiety.Let me ask you this--do you have any stressful events or decisions coming up?"
"You mean other than an OB-GYN appointment in two hours to see if I'm recovered from my miscarriage,finalizing a divorce from the man who tried to murder me,selling the house we shared together,processing the fact that my serial killer father is looking for me,deciding whether or not to go to Virginia for two and a half months to have FBI instructors laugh at me,and having to move out of my friend's apartment so she can get a decent night's sleep? Besides those things,I'd say I'm cool."
"That does sound like quite a bit,"Dr.Lemmon replied,ignoring Jessie's sarcasm."Why don't we start with the immediate concerns and work outward from there,okay?"
"You're the boss,"Jessie muttered.
"Actually,I'm not.But tell me about your upcoming appointment.Why does that have you concerned?"
"It's not so much that I'm concerned,"Jessie said."The doctor already told me that it looks like I don't have any permanent damage and will be able to conceive in the future.It's more that I know going there will remind of what I lost and how I lost it."
"You're talking about how your husband drugged you so he could frame you for murdering Natalia Urgova? And how the drug he used induced your miscarriage?"
"Yes,"Jessie said drily."That's what I'm talking about."
"Well,I'll be surprised if anyone there brings that up,"Dr.Lemmon said,a gentle smile playing at her lips.
"So you're saying I'm creating stress for myself about a situation that need not be stressful?"
"I'm saying that if you deal with the emotions ahead of time,it might not be so overwhelming when you're actually in the room."
"Easier said than done,"Jessie said.
"Everything is easier said than done,"Dr.Lemmon replied."Let's table that for now and move on to your pending divorce.How are things going on that front?"
"The house is in escrow.So I'm hoping that gets finished without complications.My attorney says that my request for an expedited divorce was approved and that it should be final before the end of year.There is a bonus on that front--because California is a community property state,I get half the assets of my murdering spouse.He gets half of mine too,despite going on trial for nine major felonies early next year.But considering I was a student until a few weeks ago,that doesn't amount to much."
"Okay,how do you feel about all that?"
"I feel good about the money.I'd say I more than earned it.Did you know I used the health insurance from his job to pay for the injury I got from him stabbing me with a fireplace poker? There's something poetic about that.Otherwise,I'll be glad when it's all over.I mostly just want to move on and try to forget that I spent nearly a decade of my life with a sociopath and never realized it."
"You think you should have known?"Dr.Lemmon asked.
"I am trying to become a professional criminal profiler,Doctor.How good can I be when I didn't notice the criminal behavior of my own husband?"
"We've talked about this,Jessie.It's often difficult for even the best profilers to identify illicit behavior in those close to them.Often professional distance is required to see what's really going on."
"I gather you speak from personal experience?"Jessie asked.
Janice Lemmon,in addition to being a behavioral therapist,was a highly regarded criminal consultant who used to work full time for the LAPD.She still offered her services on occasion.
Lemmon had used her considerable string-pulling influence to get Jessie permission to visit the state hospital in Norwalk so she could interview serial killer Bolton Crutchfield as part of her graduate work.And Jessie suspected that the doctor had also played an integral part in her being accepted to the FBI's vaunted National Academy program,which typically only took seasoned local investigators,not recent graduates with almost no practical experience.
"I do,"Dr.Lemmon said."But we can save that for another time.Would you like to discuss how you feel about being played by your husband?"
"I wouldn't say I was totally played.After all,because of me,he's in prison and three people who would otherwise be dead,including myself,are walking around.Don't I get any credit for that? After all,I did eventually figure it out.I don't think the cops ever would have."
"That's a fair point.I assume from your snark that you'd rather move on.Shall we discuss your father?"
"Really?"Jessie asked,incredulous."Do we have to go there next? Can't we just talk about my apartment troubles?"
"I gather they're related.After all,isn't the reason your roommate can't get any sleep because you have scream-inducing nightmares?"
"You don't play fair,Doctor."
"I'm only working from things you tell me,Jessie.If you didn't want me to know,you wouldn't have mentioned it.Can I assume the dreams are related to your mother's murder at the hands of your father?"
"Yep,"Jessie answered,keeping her tone overly jaunty."The Ozarks Executioner may have gone underground but he's still got one victim very much in his clutches."
"Have the nightmares gotten worse since we last met?"Dr.Lemmon asked.
"I wouldn't say worse,"Jessie corrected."They've been pretty much at the same level of terrifyingly awful."
"But they got dramatically more frequent and intense once you got the message,correct?"
"I assume we're talking about the message Bolton Crutchfield passed along to me revealing that he's been in contact with my father,who would very much like to find me."
"That's the message we're talking about."
"Then yes,that's around the time they got worse,"Jessie answered.
"Setting aside the dreams for a moment,"Dr.Lemmon said,"I wanted to reiterate what I I've told you previously."
"Yes,Doctor,I haven't forgotten.In your capacity as an advisor to the Department of State Hospitals,Non-Rehabilitative Division,you've consulted with the security team at the hospital to ensure that Bolton Crutchfield doesn't have access to any unauthorized outside personnel.There is no way for him to communicate with my father to let him know my new identity."
"How many times have I said that?"Dr.Lemmon asked."It must have been a few for you to have it memorized."
"Let's just say more than once.Besides,I've become friendly with the head of security at the NRD facility,Kat Gentry,and she told me basically the same thing--they've updated their procedures to ensure that Crutchfield has no communication with the outside world."
"And yet you don't sound convinced,"Dr.Lemmon noted.
"Would you be?"Jessie countered."If your dad was a serial killer known to the world as the Ozarks Executioner and you'd personally seen him eviscerate his victims and he was never caught,would your mind be set at ease by a few platitudes?"
"I admit I'd probably be a bit skeptical.But I'm not sure how productive it is to dwell on something you can't control."
"I was meaning to broach that with you,Dr.Lemmon,"Jessie said,dropping the sarcasm now that she had a genuine request."Are we sure I don't have any control over the situation? It seems that Bolton Crutchfield knows a fair bit about what my father has been up to in recent years.And Bolton…enjoys my company.I was thinking another visit to chat with him might be in order.Who knows what he might reveal?"
Dr.Lemmon took a deep breath as she considered the proposal.
"I'm not sure playing mind games with a notorious serial killer is the best next step for your emotional well-being,Jessie."
"You know what would be great for my emotional well-being,Doctor?"Jessie said,feeling her frustration rise despite her best efforts."Not fearing that my psycho dad is going to jump out from around a corner and get all stabby on me."
"Jessie,if just talking to me about this gets you so riled up,what's going to happen when Crutchfield starts pushing your buttons?"
"It's not the same.I don't have to censor myself around you.With him I'm a different person.I'm professional,"Jessie said,making sure her tone was more measured now."I'm tired of being a victim and this is something tangible I can do to change the dynamic.Will you just consider it? I know that your recommendation is pretty much a golden ticket in this town."
Dr.Lemmon stared at her for a few seconds from behind her thick glasses,her eyes boring into her.
"I'll see what I can do,"she finally said."Speaking of golden tickets,have you formally accepted the FBI's National Academy invitation yet?"
"Not yet.I'm still weighing my options."
"I think you could learn a lot there,Jessie.And it wouldn't hurt to have it on your résumé when you're trying to get work out here.I worry that passing on it might be a form of self-sabotage."
"It's not that,"Jessie assured her."I know it's a great opportunity.I'm just not sure this is the ideal time for me to up and move across the country for almost three months.My whole world is in flux right now."
She tried to keep the agitation out of her voice but could hear it creeping in.Clearly Dr.Lemmon did too because she shifted gears.
"Okay.Now that we've gotten a big picture view of how things are going,I'd like to dig a little deeper on a few subjects.If I recall,your adoptive father came out here recently to help get you squared away.I want to get into how that went momentarily.But first,let's discuss how you're recovering physically.I understand you just had your last physical therapy session.How was that?"
The next forty-five minutes made Jessie feel like a tree having its bark peeled back.When it was over,she was happy to leave,even if it meant her next stop was getting checked to reconfirm she could have kids in the future.After nearly an hour of Dr.Lemmon poking and prodding her psyche,she figured getting her body poked and prodded would be a breeze.She was wrong.
*
It wasn't so much the poking that set her off.It was the aftermath.The appointment itself was pretty uneventful.Jessie's doctor confirmed that she hadn't suffered any permanent damage and assured her that she should be able to conceive in the future.She also gave the all-clear to resume sexual activity,a notion that had genuinely not crossed Jessie's mind since Kyle attacked her.The doctor said that barring something unexpected,she should return for a follow-up in six months.
It was only when she was in the elevator on the way down to the parking garage that she lost it.She wasn't completely sure why but she felt like she was falling into a dark hole in the ground.She ran to the car and sat in the driver's seat,letting the heaving sobs wrack her body.
And then,in the middle of the tears,she got it.Something about the finality of the appointment had hit her hard.She didn't have to come back for six months.It would be a normal visit.The pregnancy stage of her life was,for the foreseeable future,over.
She could almost feel the emotional door slam shut and it was jarring.On top of her marriage ending in the most shocking way possible and learning that the murderous father she thought she'd put in the past was back in her present,the realization that she'd had a living being inside her and now she didn't was too much to bear.
She peeled out of the parking garage,her vision blurred by tear-stained eyes.She didn't care.She found herself pressing down hard on the accelerator as she roared south on Robertson.It was early afternoon and there wasn't much traffic.Still,she weaved wildly in and out of lanes.
Ahead of her,at a stoplight,she saw a large moving truck.She hit the gas hard and felt her neck snap back as she accelerated.The speed limit was thirty-five,but she was at forty-five,fifty-five,passing sixty.She was sure that if she hit that truck hard enough,all her pain would vanish in an instant.
She glanced to her left and as she whizzed by,she saw a mother walking along the sidewalk with her toddler son.The thought of that little boy being witness to a mass of crumpled metal,blistering fire,and charred remains snapped her out of it.
Jessie hit the brakes hard,squealing to a stop only feet from the back of the truck.She pulled into the gas station parking lot to her right,parked,and turned off the car.She was breathing heavily and adrenaline coursed through her body,making her fingers and toes tingle to the point of discomfort.
After about five minutes sitting there motionless with her eyes closed,her chest stopped heaving and her breathing returned to normal.She heard a buzzing and opened her eyes.It was her phone.The caller ID said it was Detective Ryan Hernandez of the LAPD.He'd spoken to her criminology class last semester,where she'd impressed him with how she'd solved a sample case he presented to the class.He'd also visited her in the hospital after Kyle tried to kill her.
"Hello,hello,"Jessie said out loud to herself,making sure her voice sounded normal.Close enough.She answered the call.
"This is Jessie."
"Hi,Ms.Hunt.This is Detective Ryan Hernandez calling.Do you remember me?"
"Of course,"she said,pleased that she sounded like her usual self."What's up?"
"I know you graduated recently,"he said,his voice sounding more hesitant than she remembered."Have you secured a position yet?"
"Not yet,"she answered."I'm weighing my options right now."
"In that case,I'd like to talk to you about a job."
