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I removed my suit jacket before climbing into the air-conditioned Mercedes. Disheartened, I sank into the leather seat and looked at my phone. I called Bohdi Michaels, and he picked up on the second ring.

“Ms. Robert?”

“I have a question for you.”

Greg slid into the driver’s seat and started to put the car in gear. I held up my hand, asking him to wait till I finished.

“Go ahead,” Michaels said.

“I’ve just visited your psychiatrist—”

“Oh, Jesus!”

“—I need him as a character witness. So I asked him a few questions.” Bohdi’s reaction made me think he’d really opened up to his doctor. I suddenly worried what might be exposed if I put him on the stand.

“Why him?”

“Because Dr. Beaman is a respected professional who knows you well. Trust me, it’s a good call.”

“Okay,” he softened. “I trust you.”

“Slater would need a court order to have your records released. And I can see no reason your medical information would be necessary for this court hearing. But that doesn’t mean Slater won’t call f