Page 17 of In Death, Love Survives
I huff gruffly.
“I am,” she insists.
“I believe you, Doc, but it doesn’t mean I trust you as far as I can throw you.”
She cocks her head to the opposite side and tightens her hold on the pen.
“Why are you here?”
“You got it all right in front of you,” I say while gesturing to my file.
“I want it from you. If you’d be open to sharing.”
Why does it feel like this is one gigantic overstep of a conversation that I shouldn’t be having with this woman?
I’ll take the bait this time.
“I didn’t do it. That’s all there is to it.”
“Your jury questioned whether or not you did as well but ultimately convicted you of second-degree murder.”
“Yeah. Yeah, they did.”
“And you’re appealing it.”
“I am.”
“The truth always prevails.”
“Dollface, the truth rarely fucking does.”
She rears her head back at my abrasive tone.
“It will,” she calmly answers.
“Maybe for you.”
“For everyone.”
“I guess we’ll see one way or another. In my case, anyhow.”
Irritation prickles my skin, and I realize this woman has gotten what she wanted this whole time. I’m opening up in some way, talking to her about my problems.
“What’s the deal here? Why am I even meeting with you like this? Aren’t you supposed to get to the basics and deem me okay to move on?”
Dr. Fletcher folds pieces of paper back over on her notebook until it’s straightened out and then closes my file folder. She places the notebook gently on top of my file folder before setting her hands together on top.
“Mr. Walker. I’m here to help. But I won’t force help upon you.”
“Good.”
I settle back into the chair as we both stare at one another.
“You’re free to go. Thank you for your time today,” she says as she pushes a button on her side of the table.
Dr. Fletcher stands and stretches her arm out for me to go right as Officer Walls comes into the room.
“Let’s go, Walker. Time to get you into your cell,” Walls says.
